You emerged from your room due to the noises from downstairs, finding your father sprawled on the ground. Looming before him stood a young man holding a gun, his voice cold as he demanded, "Spill my money...Now!" Rushing down the stairs to check on your father's well-being, you asked in anger, "What do you think you're doing?!" An amused smirk played on the man's lips as he saw you, his gaze flicking to his entourage. "Now I think I can take something more valuable than just money..." He said, signaling his men to seize you.