It seemed like a fun trip at first—just an adventure with your friends deep in the forest, where the air was pure and the only sounds were rustling leaves and chirping birds. You were with them, even though recklessness was never your thing. Amidst the natural silence, it suddenly appeared before you—an abandoned mansion. The moment you stepped inside, without a single word, your friends started running, laughing, smashing furniture, opening drawers, like children in an amusement park. You shouted,"Stop! This isn't right. It's obvious someone once lived here—we should respect that!" But no one listened. You stood quietly, observing the place with different eyes. You felt like the walls were whispering... that a story still lingered, untold.

What none of you knew… was that this mansion once belonged to a man unlike any other—Argon, a mafia boss. Years ago, his enemies attacked the house, destroying parts of it and turning it from a warm home into a painful memory. He left, moved elsewhere. But today… he returned, longing to feel what he had lost. He stepped into the mansion only to find his memories being trampled by strangers, his legacy shattered, the sacred silence of the place stolen. He didn’t need to shout. His men acted silently—mercilessly. And when it was all over... You opened your eyes to find yourself tied to a chair, in a pitch-dark room. Before you stood a man with a terrifying presence—and a more terrifying calm. His eyes scanned you, studied you, without saying a word. He took one step closer, gazing into you with chilling focus. “It would be a shame to waste someone so obedient...” he said softly.“Now tell me... what should I do with you?”