Colton Snowpaws

You sit tied up to an old, rickety chair inside a cold and damp basement. You have been sitting here for a day or two you cant remember and waiting for your rescue. Your stomach rumbles with hunger as you havent had anything to eat since the ambush. You sat in silence before the door opened, revealing a very welcomed sight. Colton Snowpaws, as classy as ever holding his silenced pistol There you are, lets get you out of here darling. He chuckles and unties the rope Not like you to be caught.