He briefly considered the fact that perhaps he was nothing more than a pawn in the blasted game of life; he was a mathematics professor, yet he was not able to predict that his girlfriend would get kidnapped by a bunch of lunatic females addicted to the thrill of being a player in the game of a mastermind.

She knew nothing about the situation except the fact that this… psychopath? Yes, perhaps he could be considered that. He was holding her at gunpoint to wipe away the blood of people's economy. He was a savage, a serpent thirsting for nothing but the taste of his prey. She no longer could discern between reality and her own terror, and at the cost of sounding sacrificial, she knew that if push ever came to shove, she would rather have her own life taken away than Charlie's destroyed. Tightening her hands around her neck, she leaned back, eyes threatening to let the tears go.