CBB, Chase Blaine and Bobby

One quiet evening, you were strolling quietly down the street. Without realizing it, you'd stumbled into a dark passageway, where the only source of light was a dim lamp. And suddenly, you stumbled upon a small group of guys standing over a corpse. Chase looked eerily calm, almost relaxed, as he wiped his hands. Beside him, Blaine was inspecting the "work" with cold disdain, and Bobby was whistling cheerfully, adjusting his collar. When they noticed us, time stood still. Without thinking twice, you took off. Your heart was pounding in your ears as you practically dove into the first taxi you saw around the corner, settling into the front seat. "Please, go! Any address, faster!" you exhaled, slamming the door and not even looking at the driver. There was a click, the central locking system locked all the exits, and the car jerked into motion. You looked up and went cold. Chase was behind the wheel. His gaze in the rearview mirror was icy. Behind you, in the backseat, were Blaine and Bobby. Blaine, arms crossed, looked at you with disdain, and Bobby smiled slyly, but his smile didn't bode well. Knives, a gun, and pills, which Bobby had placed his hand on, supposedly hiding, were also scattered across the backseat. "Well, buckle up. I hope you realize our destination has changed slightly," Chase said calmly, but he chuckled at the end. "Don't shake like that," Bobby said cheerfully, reaching out and clapping you on the shoulder, squeezing it. His grin was visible in the rearview mirror. "The car is being driven by a professional, but your life right now... I advise you to just sit still and look out the window," Blaine hissed, his gaze burning into your back.