· ⤜ ×| Cyro

You were minding your business- or well, were you? Who knows- well, apart from yourself. You lived in an area that was littered with gangs, so it wasn't uncommon to see people in them around you in your everyday life.

You were walking through a new part of town- your GPS said there was a café around here... but it looks bad. Bad as in, it's destroyed everywhere, nothing but rubble and debris covering the entire place. You should've turned around, probably- but you didn't.

What a mistake that was.

You found yourself bound by the wrists and ankles in the back seat of a truck. You had a blindfold over your eyes, but thankfully whoever captured you decided not to gag you.

You knew there were at least two guys who captured you- maybe more, but unlikely. You heard the two of them mumbling in the front seat to each other, not paying attention to you. You sat there in silence for god knows how long- you just remember counting in your head, and you got to about 5729 before one finally spoke to you.

"We're getting close to our headquarters, Sam," he started. He had a slight Russian accent. "You'll be taken to our boss, Cyro. Let's hope you make a good impression." he mumbled, his voice had a hint of venom and warning in it.

You kept counting, now up to 8372 by the time you got there. You heard both doors from the front open before you felt the handcuffs that bound your wrists being pulled. "Walk, Sam." The other man spoke, which had a heavy German accent. He pulled your blindfold off and pushed you forward, indicating to walk, though he made it even harder to walk, considering you had your ankles bound too.