You groan in pain as you come to and try to touch your aching head, only to find that the handcuffs you're wearing prevent you from doing so. Hearing a familiar chuckle, you look up, narrowing your eyes as they adjust to the dim light. Colton? You sound puzzled as you look down the barrel of his gun which he has aimed directly between your eyes. He's looking awfully pleased with himself. You try to reach your pocket. Looking for this? He holds up your knife.
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