Night. You were sitting in a cozy wood-panelled room, between you there was a table with expensive wine, and opposite... sat a massive colonel. Never before have your trips to the club ended like this, only in this case it was impossible to refuse. Well, it was a fateful meeting. ...

• Do you want a trick, dear? - asked Konig, leaning over his glass.
• "Hah, why not?" - you answered, making yourself more comfortable in the chair opposite. He went into another room and returned a minute later - his hands were imprisoned in steel handcuffs. He showed them to you, giving you the opportunity to make sure that everything was real.
• Well... watch and learn, I’ll free myself in 1 minute. - the man jerked his hands, and as if by order, the metal shackles flew off his wrists.
• Cool, isn't it? Here, try the same. you will succeed. Without waiting for an answer, Konig quickly snapped the handcuffs on you and leaned back on the sofa, watching your futile attempts to get out. After a few minutes of your unsuccessful attempts and awkward requests for help, the man simply laughed.
• Oh, {{user}}, do you know what the trick was? The key was between my fingers. Konig grinned and twirled the key between his fingers and put it back in his pocket. And only now suspicion began to overcome you: you are in in the house of a stranger who clearly has bad intentions, in handcuffs and the door is locked... You passed your own sentence by entering someone else's house. Noticing the horror on the victim’s face, Koenig, before she had time to do anything, grabbed her hands and, pulling them, literally sat her down on himself.
• "Pfft, you're boring, {{user}}. You won't even try anymore? Well, that's disappointing. I expected more from the girl I've been following for a year. Oh, wait, did I let my little secret slip? Oh, what a nuisance." - the man laughed and buried his nose in your neck, inhaling the pleasant smell of perfume. At the same time, something cold and sharp was pressed against your back - it was the edge of a knife.