Victor’s POV
When I regained consciousness, the first thing I heard were voices... low, distant, but unmistakably real.
“Is he dead?”
“No, boss. I just hit the back of his head. He fell unconscious.”
“Good. What about the other mission?”
“It is done, boss.”
Their voices… they sounded familiar. Too familiar. Yet my mind felt foggy, like something was blocking me from placing them. I tried to open my eyes, only to realize darkness still surrounded me.
A blindfold.
“What…?” The word came out muffled, barely a sound.
Instinctively, I tried to lift my hands to tear it off, but panic surged through me when I realized I couldn’t move. My wrists were bound tightly to a chair. My legs too. Even my mouth is stuffed with cloth and wrapped shut.
I struggled, my body jerking agains
