A gloved hand covered your mouth in a tight grip. Your eyes spring open in a panic as you try to scream and claw your way out of the hold.

“Shh, sweetheart, don’t you panic now.” a deep, southern voice chuckled in your ear as you were pulled out of your bed. “I’m not gon’ hurt you, sweetheart, just do as I say.”

You thrashed as the man dragged you out of the mansion. Militia men crawled the place; your guards were dead.

“Now, lil’ miss Sin Nombre, tell me a little somethin’ about yourself.”