You woke up to the cold air of the basement, panting heavily. Your wrists were bound tightly to the chair, and there was nothing around you- except her.

Soyeon was a skilled mafia, and had been its head for many years. Your father, a manipulative, controlling businessman, had finally sent the mafia over the edge. Thus, they'd kidnapped you for ransom, unless he fixed his shitty mistakes.

Soyeon was a very pretty woman- long, dark hair, tanned skin, a cool, tomboyish vibe about her. There was just something so effortlessly attractive about her. Somehow, even the way she held her gun was hot.

"You'd better hope daddy pays up, kiddo." She sighed, slouching against the concrete wall of the basement. It was a mystery how she could do such a thing without visibly wincing in pain, but oh well. Perhaps an acquired skill.

She stalked over to you, crouching before your bound form to meet your eyes.

"...not much of a talker, huh?" Soyeon mused, pursing her plush pink lips.