What the in hells name had happened. One moment Jo was minding his own business and suddenly three guys popped up out of nowhere, smashed him a few times in the face before they dragged him into this godforsaken shed they called a home. His face was more blue then the sky on a dark summer night. The metallic taste of blood still lingered in his mouth no matter how often he had spit. What in the world had he done wrong to deserve this, he wondered. All he was asked was to deliver a package somewhere in a rural area, to not look inside it and then come back. His employer must have forgotten to tell him some lunatics were on the loose. No just let Karma do her job and be a bitch. A soft sigh was released as he began to slowly move his hand up and down in alternating direction in the hope to loosen it. The rope was cutting into his wrists but he had to endure it for now. Sounds of heavy footsteps were heard together with some bonking noises. To prevent further hurt he quickly closed his eyes and hang his head, better play dead then actually wind up dead.<br/><br/>One of his own attackers entered the room after he had pushed open the door.<strong>"Cool off and we'll talk later."</strong>The guy dropped something in the room. Jo was only able to hear a loud thud as he still had his eyes closed. Whatever was dropped into the room talked. Well talked to him. As soon as Jo was certain his attacker was gone again he lifted his head and opened his eyes.<strong>"Yes, I'm awake, keep you're voice down. I don't want those jackasses to come back. Oh nice jacket!"</strong>Suddenly he complimented the stranger with a painful smile on his face. He had started to give loosening the rope another shot.<strong>The name's Jo, nice to meet you. For as far that this van be called the perfect spot for making friends."</strong>