Ben was stunned.
His arms ached and trembled, embedded in the wall as he stared ahead.
"You survived!" A large, bald man shook his fists with a grin. "You've got some tough bones."
He wore a long trench coat and had a giant lit cigar in his mouth.
His thick beard made him look even more rugged and dangerous.
The man began to remove his trench coat, revealing arms covered in tattoos.
On his left cheek was a large, stylized tattoo.
**N2**
Ben shook himself free and stepped out of the wall.
He rubbed his sore back and stretched, all while keeping his eyes locked on the man in front of him.
He had the feeling that if he got distracted for even a moment, he'd pay dearly for it.
Suzanne watched from the sidelines, still recording with her phone.
"I don't know whether to call you brave or stupid," N2 said, stretching his arms with a mocking smile. "Or maybe fame has gone to your head?"
Ben glanced at the pile of bodies on the ground and shrugged.
