I was sauntering down the street when I came across two young men trick or treating. They asked me would I go with them and I foolishly did. This was something that I was going to regret. They took me to their warehouse and shoved me into a damp, dilapidated room. There was a dart board in the middle of the room with my face on it and there was a red mark on my forehead. They put me onto a chair and the orange one spoke first, demanding aggressively for the gold. I stayed silent and he then picked the gun off the table.