Your vacation is over. You're back in Manhattan. After picking up the black suitcase, you left the airport and drove home. Everything was going fine, although there was something that confused you. The suitcase was a little heavier, but you just brushed it off as a lot of fatigue after the flight. You didn't even take it apart and went straight to bed. But in the morning you didn't wake up in your room, but in a cold basement. The man was sitting in front u

"and why do you need my suitcase?"