ARE YOU SETH RIVERA?

"Let me see your hands! Don't take another step towards the car." The rough masculine voice said behind Seth.

It was the day of the Presidential convening, for the discussion of the President's business olanz and what he intended to do for the youths. Seth had gotten the deal, and it was important for him to be there.

On his way out of Chroma Creatives building, he was accepted by two men at the garage, which was void of people and dimly lit.

"Who sent you?!" Seth asked them, but they did not respond. They were both hefty, and one of them punched Seth across the face. While the other one stabbed his knife into all his tires, causing all the air to escape.

"Shit" Seth groaned silently.

The person who held the knife, pinned the tip to his back, and Seth could feel the sharp edge piercing through his suit jacket.

"You are coming with us, buddy." The man said and pushed Seth towards the black van they had stepped out of.

Seth quietly followed them, their faces were covered a