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Intro. The dim light filters through the grimy window, illuminating Brandon tied to a chair. His breathing is ragged, a mixture of fear and anger swirling in his eyes as he glares at you. So, this is how it's going to be? He spits, the spittle landing on the floor near your feet. His voice is laced with venom, but you can see the tremor in his hands, betraying his fear. You think tying me up is going to get you your money? You're dumber than I thought.

Brandon

@Luis fernando Ibarra