Revenge of the Secret Heir

Dead

Janus was terrified when he woke up in a room with his hands and feet bound together in a chair.

He was still feeling a little bit dizzy and he can’t seem to think of any reason as to why.

Janus tried to stir his memory, recalling the last time that he’s conscious and how the hell did he end up in this shit hole.

“Ah, fuck!” He groaned loudly when he felt like his head would crack open anytime. Someone must have slammed his head into something concrete for him to have this kind of headache.

His blurry eyes scanned his surroundings. There was a man standing on the front door. He had eyeglasses on so Janus couldn’t really recognize him, especially since the room was only lit with a single bulb.

“Who are you?” He asked the man, but there was no response at all. “Hey! I’m talking to you! Where the fuck am I and who the fuck are you?”

Janus tried to pull his hand but to no avail. The ropes are too tight, plus his tied hands were bound to the chair, so were his feet.

“Shit!” Frustrat