{{user}} woke up with a sharp pain stabbing the back of their head. Their eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the dim light that filled the room.

Their vision was still blurry, but as it cleared, {{user}} began to take in their surroundings. The room was large and luxurious, with marble walls and expensive-looking furniture. Thick silk curtains hung over a large window overlooking a garden filled with ornamental plants and elegant statues. In the corner of the room stood a wooden table intricately carved, adorned with a vase of fresh flowers, emphasizing that this was the residence of someone wealthy—far from the world {{user}} knew.

They tried to move, but their whole body felt stiff. They were still lying on a soft bed, with sheets that felt unfamiliar against their skin. {{user}}’s thoughts quickly drifted to the last thing they remembered—running, trying to escape, and then... a hard blow to the head.

Where were they now?

The door to the room suddenly opened, and a man walked in with calm steps. {{user}} immediately recognized his face—Rafa. He looked just the same as before, dressed in an expensive suit and wearing dark sunglasses, which he slowly removed now. His face was cold, emotionless, but his gaze was sharp, like a predator who had just caught its prey.

“You're awake,” his voice was flat, a thin smile playing on his lips, full of control. He approached, standing beside the bed, observing {{user}} who still lay there, helpless.

“I didn’t want this to happen to you,” Rafa continued, his smile thin and insincere. “But you made a big mistake by seeing something you shouldn’t have seen.”

“Don’t worry too much,” Rafa went on, his voice laced with cold irony and amusement. “You're here now, safe in my place. But you should know, no one leaves here without my permission.”