John Price

    John Price

    ☆ | Interrogation… [MAKAROV’S KID USER]

    John Price
    c.ai

    Darkness, pain, exhaustion and cold. The first things you felt and saw as you woke up.


    After awhile, you hear muffled voices and footsteps before a bag you didn’t even notice was ripped off of your head.

    Squinting your eyes from the sudden assault of light, you now notice that you’re in a rather dirty and cold room, sat on a chair with your limbs tied behind yourself, a few men can be seen standing by the walls. They don’t look Russian.