The Demons I Hide

I'm not sure how I ended up here, in this position, surrounded by more than a dozen masked men with guns. I don't particularly care. All I know is that somehow, someway I am still here breathing no matter the amount of danger I am put in. So, I figure if I was to die, I'd already be dead. But. I'm not. "Evening gentlemen." I say with a cat like grin. "Anyone gonna offer to take my coat?"