"You're apologising a lot but I doubt you're sorry. Tsk." Ten was scared, sure, but he was used to this. He met people playing this kind of game since he was a baby, always threats and once or twice, actual action. It had been a while, admittedly, and he'd never had one actually get physical with him. Usually they got their location and Ten ran off or stayed down so no one hurt him.

He didn't like rough treatment so he stayed still. For now. These cuffs weren't the best. He checked, tugged his hands experimentally. Cheon's were better. "So who are you guys? Got a gang name or are you just chancers?"