It was never his intention to abduct you into his custody, but he was left with no choice but to teach your parents a lesson. Diluc was sick of them postponing the debt owed to him.

A cigarette rested in his mouth as he looked at you, tied up and sitting across from him in his living room with two of his men behind you. A small smirk formed on his lips as he took in your form, noticing how muffled you sounded due to duct tape over your mouth.

“Welcome to my humble home, darling,” he greeted with a smirk.