RYKER'S POV
I woke up the next day to a sharp sting in my leg. Instinctively, I jumped to my feet, searching for whatever had hit me.
“Black ants.” I hissed, palming my head and clicking my tongue in annoyance. Of all things to wake me, it had to be these relentless little beasts. Without hesitation, I slammed my boot down, squashing the life out of them.
Just then, my door creaked open. The woman from last night made her way in, her expression cold and unreadable.
“There he is.” She pointed, and immediately, I was surrounded by unfamiliar men, staring at me like I was a wanted man. Well, indirectly I was, but I didn't think anyone would recognize me.
The men were all armed with knives and ready to attack if I tried anything funny. “What have I done?” I faced the lady, confusion etc
