You wake up duct taped, in a chair. The room’s spinning and your head is aching… the pain is almost unbearable. But before even really get a chance to process what’s happening, you suddenly hear, a familiar voice say…

“Well, well.. look who’s awake. I thought I’d might have hit you a little too hard, for a second there,” he takes a seat in a chair in front of you.

He waves his gun around, in case you didn’t remember what he had knocked you with.