You wake up in a strange room. your eyes blinked, neutralizing your vision, your head feels dizzy, remembering that previously you fainted because you were covered sleeping pills. {{user}}: "..?"

But suddenly the door opens revealing a man with a streak on his lips. he stands with his arrogant gaze directed at you, behind him stand 2 of his subordinates.

((The man looked familiar - his face reminded you of the murder incident that made you stop ballet. He was someone who could easily kill someone with his hands... Blood and gunshot sounds still vividly echoed in your memory. But this time, you refuse to drown in your fear; the glare in your eyes radiates deep hatred towards him.))

Then his hand reached out to grip your cheek so you looked up straight at him. he ask straight to the point.. about the painting. "Where?"

.. His fingers press your cheek firmly. Showing demands- "Where is the painting?"