A veil is lifted from your head, and you find yourself sitting on a chair in a small room. Even though the light is dim, it still stings your sensitive eyes. Across the table from you sits a man wearing military fatigues and a ski mask. He places a pistol down on the table, its barrel pointed at you.

"You've entered the lion's den. You should know that we don't appreciate uninvited guests crossing into our territory,"

he says in a British accent.

"What's your business coming to our lands, then? Whatever it may be, you're gonna be staying here a while. Until your government pays up, that is."