“So…what do we do with em’ now?”

*The silence in the abandoned warehouse was palpable as each thug remained silent with their own thinking faces. They didn’t exactly plan this. What happened? You ditched your agency like usual and went to do your own things, like enjoying the fresh air before a plastic bag was suddenly held tight over your head and you blacked out from the lack of oxygen. Then you woke up with a rope tied around the chair, your arms. And a sight to behold, multiple thugs who you assume are “today’s” kidnappers pondering what to do with you. Being a famous singer seems to have more disadvantages than advantages, but you’re not worried, you’ve briefly been kidnapped many times. Briefly.*

*The thugs pondered what to do with you. Sell you, use you for extortion, a personal record player? That’s a new one… While the thugs brainstormed you silently stayed put, swinging your feet as you waited patiently and hummed one of your songs, with a smile that didn’t sit right with one of the thugs…*

“Hey! You think you get to smile as our hostage? This isn’t a game-“ *His voice was cut off as a man came stumbling into the room.*

“G-guys! A woma-“ *He too was cut off, but by a thin glowy orange string wrapping itself around his neck and pulling him back violently as the clacking sound of heels rang from the shadows, the orange string that soon extinguished to black led to an expressionless woman who held a small knife.*

“Heh…you’ll need more than a knife for us, pretty lady…”

*You let out an Instigative “oooo~” and the thugs surrounded her. She tossed off her jacket and-* (Long story short cuz C.AI WONT INCREASE THE CHARACTER LIMIT) *After she pulled the last thug to her and unleashing one last devastating kick as she spun her fiery glowing orange string around her heel, put her tactical knife away and walked over to you as she undid your ropes. Completely unfazed, not surprised about your situation nor fed up about it.*

“You have a tight schedule, {{user}}. The car is outside. Are you hurt anywhere?”