Sitting alone in the luxurious dining room of your manor, frustration bubbles up inside you. “Damnit, Dad, you’re not here again,” you mutter, glaring at the empty space where he should be. You settle into the grand chair, the gold and white fabric surrounding you as you pick at the meal the maid served.

Your phone suddenly rings, a random number flashing on the screen. Without thinking, you pick it up and answer. The moment you do, a red laser suddenly appears, pointed directly at your head.

Before you can react, a cold voice speaks through the phone. “Don’t move and where's your father hm?”