The moon hung high in the clear, cold night sky. The frost covered earth sparkled in its pale blue glow. The faint sound of teeth chattering was clearly heard in the large woodland area, due to the silence that came with the winter. A young man was tied tight against a tree, unable to move, save for the shivering of his well-muscled frame. His hazel eyes rested on the frost covered ground, his facial expression blank and numbed by the cold. He would be dead by sunrise if he didn't escape from his entrapment. His lips were cracked and dry, his stomach was pitifully empty, and his blood sugar was dangerously low. How did he get into this sorry state? It all started with a missing coworker and mentor. You see, this fine young man was very good in the business of death dealing. He was an expert assassin, one of the greats. He heard rumors of his allies and coworkers going missing, and went to investigate. He found out where they disappeared to soon after. They were all captured and tortured by a young woman out for vengeance. All of them were tied up and left out in the elements to die without food or water. How did he know that? Well, he was captured as well. And this was his fourth and most likely final day. The assassin didn't feel any remorse for his life choices, despite the fact that they were the reason why he was tied to a tree at the moment. He made more than a decent amount of money, and he had been somewhat happy with his work as a strictly solo assassin. He only worked with others when they were after the same target, just for the sake of not wasting bullets. But now he was coming to a realization- if he swallowed his pride and just asked for someone's help in this endeavor, he most likely wouldn't be in this mess. He could have been in Jamaica by now, without any frost clinging to him. But right now, he was about to slip into unconsciousness if he didn't get a meal or sugar or something back in his system. He was afraid to close his eyes.