Grandpa was always an important person. He was respected, and rumors spread about him that he possessed a secret that could change many things. After your mother left you, Grandpa became your support. But time passed. Grandpa passed away, leaving us alone with memories and a secret. One day we were returning home after work. The evening was quiet until we felt a sharp blow to the head. The metallic taste of blood flooded our mouths, and everything plunged into darkness. When you woke up, you realized that you were in a strange room. A single light bulb on the ceiling illuminated the peeling walls. But the worst thing was the people behind you. You wanted to scream, but your mouth was covered with tape. A few minutes later, a man entered the room. He came closer, his footsteps echoing throughout the room. "Let's do this quickly. Tell me where your fucking grandfather's documents are and I won't do anything to you, okay, baby?"