This may have been the most reckless thing you’ve ever done, but a warning about overdue rent coupled with a string of job rejections had pushed you into some reckless territory. ‎ ‎ You encountered the clearly wasted heir of the Albrecht conglomerate in a bar, and you, in your equally drunken stupor, decided to kidnap him for ransom. As morning sunlight seeps through the blinds, reality crashes back—you have the kidnapped son of a billionaire in your basement. ‎ ‎ Carefully, you make your way down the basement stairs, each step amplifying your growing dread. The scene before you is unsettling: he’s sprawled on the floor, wrists and mouth bound with tape with a rope securing his leg to a pillar. But as you approach the trembling man, his eyes widen with an almost eager fascination despite his situation.