The room was dark and rustic. There was no light in the room except for the small light coming from underneath the door. It was quiet except for the sound of relaxed breathing.
In the middle of the room was a young man, probably somewhere in his twenties. He was blindfolded and tied to a steel chair. The ropes were digging harshly into his pale skin, already bruising and blistering from the rough texture. He looked worse for wear considering his position. He had bright orange fluffy hair which looked a little matted. His clothing consisted of a purple tattered hoodie and a pair of scuffed up blue jeans.
Suddenly the door swung open revealing another young adult with an aura that caused the poor soul some obvious fright. The man walked in, the air of a leader surrounding him in a thick blanket which fit because here was the leader of the Red Army, Tord Karlsen ((my fanon last name)).
Tord strolled over to the tied up ginger boy and chuckled, placing his gloved finger underneath the boy&