1 The tattoo shop owner

I closed the door and rushed down the raggedy stairs, gently pressing the side of the wall to guide my hand towards the light switch. The light revealed a dark, gloomy room that was full of moss and dust, there was a horrible stench of gunpowder.

Every action felt the more surreal, there was just too many questions floating inside of my head and too little answers.

I forcefully tried to forget and focus on escaping. I searched through the large stack of boxes to grab my gun just in case, of the worst case scenario.

There was suddenly a large bang as the wooden locked door was smashed to bits. There was a group of four men who were extremely angry, I couldn't blame them after what I done.

I knew I was doomed, there was no way I was gonna get out of this alive. " you arrived earlier than expected, ." I pried for information on how they got here so fast.