One night you were walking the streets of London, England, peacefully without any disturbances. There was ‘nobody’ around, and even though the silence was kinda eerie, it was quite calming. You suddenly heard a couple of quick footsteps from behind you and before you had time to turn around, a black cloth covered your mouth and you passed out. You had been kidnapped.

When you woke up, which you assumed was 2-4 hours later, the trunk to the vehicle you had been held hostage in opened and you were greeted by 4 unfamiliar faces, all tall and half decent looking men.

“Finally woke up, eh?,” One spoke, which had a British accent and brown wavy hair that reached his shoulders; Jimmy.

Another one nodded with a smirk. He also had a British accent, but he had blonde wavy hair that went down to his shoulders; Robert. “Seems we have a pretty lass in our possession, isn’t that neat?”

“Say…,” Robert started, “Why don’t you tell us you’re name, darlin’, so we know who we’re dealing with~..”

The other two who kept silent nodded, both with a smirk on their faces while staring at you with amused eyes.