Uncle Shaun woke up. He tried to stand up, but then he discovered he was tied to a chair, his view was still very blurry. He tried to scream, but his mouth was blocked by something that felt like a handkerchief.
When his eyes cleared up a bit, he noticed a young lady standing in front of him with her legs slightly opened, pointing a stick to his face.
"Who are you?!" Grace yelled in a stern voice.
"Grace?!" He said in a muffled tone.
"Who the hell are you?!" She yelled.
"Take this s**t off my face!" Shaun said in a muffled tone still struggling to get off the chair."
Grace took a step forward and pulled the cloth out of his mouth. Shaun exhaled softly. Without letting him say a word, "Start talking!"
"Chill, please! Relax! My name is Shaun... Shaun Campbell." He stammered in fear.
