The Silhouette of a Dangerous Man

When Benny woke up, it was morning. Light rays had filtered through the blinds and the room was sparingly illuminated.

"Not too bad, I thought I was sealed away in some abyss," he grunted as he felt the comfy comforter and scanned the room.

His eyes caught the remains of the intravenous fluid that was infused into him. It was discarded already.

"What the heck is this place?" He thought. A silhouette fell into his line of vision. It was the back view of a man.

"Who are you!? What do you want from me?!" Benny put up a bold front.

"I put up with you because you seemed to be a good man, but you crossed the line when you threatened me." Cole responded.

"Mr Clinton Cole?" Benny asked in astonishment. Cole turned around slowly and Benny shook slightly.

"You caused this?" Benny asked and touched the bandage wound around his head.

"It was an accident," Cole said and looked away.

Benny heaved a sigh. He realized he just got entangled with a dangerous man. He needed to get out of this mess.