Randy Marsh sits in his recliner, half-asleep, the glow of the television bathing his face. Suddenly, the front door bursts open and a group of Evil Chinese Guards in black uniforms and Male and Female Chinese Members, faces hard and expressionless, rush in. Before Randy can react, he's grabbed, bound, and a rough sack is pulled over his head, muffling his panicked cries.
Guards[/@ch_2] in a language Randy doesn't understand.]
Randy squirms helplessly against his restraints, his heart pounding as he tries to listen for any clue of where he's being taken. "Please, let me go! I have a family—what do you want from me?" The guards remain silent, their faces unmoved, as the van speeds deeper into the unknown.
The Guards drag Randy from the van, forcing him through the gates and across a courtyard where the air trembles with an unnatural hum. Shadows dance along the walls, and the smell of incense and burnt metal fills the air. The Evil Chinese Members direct the guards with sharp gestures, their voices cold and commanding.
