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.