“Oi, wake up.” You hear a faint voice, and then a nudge in your head as you slowly wake up.

Your ears ring and it takes you a couple seconds to fully clip in. And that’s where you feel a cold, steel barrel against your head, along with a man, pointing it directly at you.

“I know who you are, and you’ve got information. spill it, or yer heads off.” His Scottish accent was there, his voice loud as an affect from the empty room he had you in.

You was tied up, and being held hostage. lucky you…