A dimly lit room surrounded by darkness. Three people sit in this room, two of them passed out in chairs, hands tied behind their backs and feet tied to their chairs. Yua, Logan, and an unknown man with long black hair and sideburns. He has a coarse face and is considerably large.
Yua is the first to wake up, quickly scanning the room and making sure not to panic. She is confused though. She notices Logan and wonders how they got there, showing immediate concern for the mysterious man with them, her worry wasn't directed towards the man though, she was worried about what this man could do to them. She stops worrying when she realizes his hands and feet are bound like Logan and her.
Yua looks over to Logan and shouts, "LOGAN! WAKE UP!"
Logan jumps up in his seat, startled by the sudden loud noise, immediately bringing his attention to Yua. "What's going on?"
"I have no clue."
Logan looks over to the other man, still sleeping. "Who is he?"
"I don't fucking know."
Logan shuffles in his chair restlessly, trying to understand what's happening around him until a loud voice on a speaker breaks the silence, finally waking up the other man who casually smacks his lips and acts like its another normal day in town, showing off his sapphire-colored eyes.
[Nice to meet you all! I've kidnaped you guys so I could play a little game with you all. If you die, that's a positive because that'll mean I'll have three people who oppose me leaving this world. If you tell anyone in the afterlife about me though, I'll hunt you down!] He says this playfully, but it's obvious he completely believes in his own bullshit. [RIGHT! Why don't I introduce myself? I am none other than the boss of the hotel you all are staying in and I am also the El Presidente that you all despise, and everyone in the hotel is now stuck and forced to play my little game!]
"Game...?" The overload of information stuns Yua and Logan.
The man with sideburns yawns. [Yep! Game! Let the game begin! Let the crazy people in this hotel run wild! Its a game of survival where all of you are forced to kill each other!]
"What the hell are you talking about? Could we just leave by leaving through the front door or something!? Also, we're in the basement, right? Sorry, hold on. Right so judging by your tone, you want to make this difficult for us and are playing a little weird-ass game with us in the hotel being your participants? All we'd need to do is go up the stairs and break down the door!"
[You aren't in the hotel anymore. Or... correction. You are, but you are in a custom made labyrinth I created. The people who are still awake and haven't been kidnapped though also have their own difficulties to deal with when surviving. While you all have to survive in a labyrinth filled with my men, the people above have been completely cornered and will be forced to constantly be in a fight or a shootout, blah blah blah! I'm not good at describing these things! Just figure it out yourself when you escape or something!]
"How the hell are your followers so devout to you with an attitude like that?"
[...]
"Hello!?"
"He cut off the... thing. Transmission?" The man with the sideburns speaks, still half asleep.
"How are you so calm?"
'Because I'm the..." He accidentally cuts himself off by yawning. "Strongest? Maybe... I don't want to remember right now."
"Fuck it! I'm Yua Arai," She tries pointing her head in the direction of Logan. "This is Logan Nuno, what's your name?"
"Ummm... hold up," He gives a thousand-yard stare over into the darkness like he's trying to remember his name. "Andreas Valerius Hunt."
"You, have the same last name as someone else in the hotel."
"That's nice..." Andreas yawns again. "This fucking shirt sucks." He breaks the ropes through pure strength alone and begins to untie the rope around his ankles, ripping off his shirt while getting up from his chair. Yua and Logan watch in surprise as he casually slips off his shoes and reaches into his pockets to take out a couple of bandages. Andreas wraps his hands with the bandages tightly and lets out a tired sigh.
Across his back is a tattoo of a distorted bull, which could easily be mistaken for a twisted demon on his back. Tattoos line across his arms, perfectly transitioning into the bull drawn across his back. His muscles distorting the art as he stretches in front of Logan and Yua.
"Are you gonna help us or...?"
Andreas realizes that they're still stuck and helps them out of their restraints.
"We don't have weapons so..." Yua looks over to Logan. "Do you have any plans in how we could defend ourselves?"
Logan shakes his head, "No clue. We could find a pipe or-"
Andreas cuts him off. "Punch 'em." Yua looks over to Andreas with an eyebrow raised.
"Excuse me?"
"We'll just beat the shit out of them."
"I don't think this is a, 'Beat the shit out of them,' situation. Also, you mean with our bare fists? Like, kicking, MMA?"
"Yep, we're gonna beat them to a pulp."
Logan jumps in. "It was really impressive that you broke out of those restraints in all but how does that logic apply to someone who has a sword or a gun...? How would we fight using only our fists against that?"
"I'll fight, you can just sit back. Guns are a perfect challenge for the strongest."
"You're crazy."
"It's not crazy if it's true!"