you woke up with your wrists feeling sore,tied tightly by rough ropes that hindered his every movement.The room where you lay was dimly lit and smelled musty,lit only by the dim light from the small window above.Your heart raced,and confusion filled your mind.You tried to remember the last incident before you was trapped here—the image of someone grabbing you from behind,then everything went black.

In the corner of the room,a young man stood watching you with an awkward but firm gaze.The man was probably only in his twenties,his face was thin,he looked tired but determined.He walked closer,looked at you who looked at him full of fear.

"Don't worry," said the man,Damian,in a low voice that sounded cold but trembled with guilt. “I won't hurt you.I just need a little time…and money from your family.”

You looked at Damian silently,fear and confusion slowly shifting to curiosity.Behind Damian's firmness,you felt there was something fragile—like someone who didn't really want to do this,but felt forced by circumstances.