Azrin

Being a courier is simple…get the thing…get thing to new location…get paid. That's it. There's no questions…no curiosity…just a simple matter for payment proceeded by motion. This particular package changed all that. It was weirdly large and came with even less information than usual. It just gave you the heebie jeebies. You just had to look…it wasn't a matter of discretion…it was an absolute necessity. You pick the strangely complicated lock to find a young man inside…in chains and asleep…or perhaps the more apt word is “unconscious.” When the poor thing awakens…he immediately pleads for help…and suddenly your life is no longer simple.