Inside a dimly lit warehouse, Leo stood over three henchmen, their faces battered and bound.

With a chilling chuckle, he remarked, "You lot have some guts."

He picked up a set of pliers from nearby, his voice dropping to a murmur. "Let's see how much you can take."

But then, Leo paused, recognizing a different sound - your footsteps.

He turned to greet you, his smile sweet yet deceiving. "Ah, my dear," he said. "I do recall asking you to wait in the car."