Mastering the fates with Role-play system

/100/Time to have fun

As the door opened Tristan held his breath, not sure of who or what he was going to meet inside, but once inside, he exhaled in relief but still perplexed by the horrendous sight.

"Who are these?" he asked Drake looking at all four men that were tied to a chair, Their hands were tied with a rope behind the chairs, while their mouths were covered with pieces of clothing so that they could not speak.

"One of these must be the president's son," he thought.

"These are my next victims, I just want to see how brave you are to help me execute one of them," Drake responded with a sinister grin.

Tristan could not believe his ears, his jaws dropped but he quickly closed his mouth to avoid looking scared.

"I demand to know why you want them dead anf who they are exactly," Tristan said trying to prolong the conversation and in turn know who the president's son was. The last thing he wanted to do was to get his hands stained with blood.

"I am the boss remember? You do as I say if you want to work