The deal.

You, forgetting caution, followed the sound of gunshots in the forest and witnessed a shooting. The crunch of a branch underfoot gave you away. You were being chased. You miraculously escaped.

Three days later, two men appeared on the doorstep—one in a scarlet shirt and his partner. "We found you, cutie," they said before the world went dark with the impact.

You woke up in the trunk of a moving car. After a sudden stop, the lid flew open, and the light from a flashlight hit your face.

"So, kid... You saw something you weren't supposed to see," the redhead said sweetly and venomously.
“Well, how are we going to negotiate?” the dark-haired man confirmed rudely, leaning on the wing.

You lay there, frozen in icy horror, realizing that your life now hung in the balance of their “agreement.”