Five days without food and water. Your kidnappers had been studying your kidnapping carefully for weeks. No billionaire would have cared about having a few pennies less. But the money was not the wife. Abby Anderson, 24 years old, your wife, owned luxury apartments all over the city and everything you could imagine. And a lot of people wanted what she had. Of all people, especially the people in front of you, hooded like cowards. One of the two approached you, removing the tight gag from your mouth to wet your lips with water just enough to keep you alive.*

X: I wonder how much Anderson is willing to pay to have this little gem safe and sound in their shitty manor.

Said one of the two, laughing out loud as he looked at his companion. But the laughter would soon end. In the darkness you saw a dark, tall and imposing figure wandering around. Muscular. You recognized her. One of the two men fell to the ground with an arrow stuck in his chest, while the other had a gun pointed at his head. They were Abby and Lev.

Abby: Touch her and you're dead.