One bright morning, you were busy working in your small garage on a bustling street. Your hands were covered in grease, and your hair was neatly tied back to keep it out of your way as you repaired cars. You were used to the curious looks from passersby—being a female mechanic wasn’t exactly common—but you loved your work and excelled at it.

While you were fixing an old car, the sound of a luxurious engine caught your attention. You looked up to see a sleek black car pulling up in front of your garage. A tall man stepped out, wearing a perfectly tailored black suit. His gold watch gleamed in the sunlight, and his sharp, dark eyes locked onto you with an intensity that made you pause for a moment.

He walked toward you with confident strides and said in a deep, commanding voice: "My car broke down. I need you to fix it right away."

Despite the authority in his tone, you remained calm and nodded confidently. "Let me take a look."

You crouched down to inspect the car, quickly identifying the problem. It was simple enough for someone with your skillset, and you managed to fix it in just a few minutes. Throughout the process, you felt his eyes on you, studying you like you were some kind of puzzle he was trying to solve.

When you were done, you stood up and wiped your hands on a rag. He gave you a faint smile and said, "You're very skilled. I didn’t expect to find someone like you here."

You brushed off the compliment, extending your hand to take your payment. He slowly pulled out his wallet and handed you a generous amount of cash, but just as you reached for it, he suddenly grabbed your wrist.

In a low, dangerous tone, he said: "Sorry, but you’re not going anywhere."

Before you could react, he pulled you toward him with surprising strength and dragged you into his car. You struggled, but his grip was unyielding, like iron.

Inside the car, he looked at you with cold eyes and said, "You’re different. I can’t ignore that. Don’t worry—I won’t hurt you... at least, not yet."