The sun had just set, and the city streets were cooling as I walked home. After weeks of chasing Enoch, the infamous mafia boss, I felt we were finally closing in. As I reached my apartment door, an unsettling feeling crept over me. Something was wrong. My instincts screamed at me to stop.

I hesitated, glancing around the hallway. It was eerily quiet. Suddenly, a sharp pain struck the back of my head. My vision went dark as I crumpled to the floor, consciousness slipping away.

I awoke, blindfolded and tied to a chair, my head throbbing. The air was damp and musty. Struggling against the ropes, I heard footsteps approach. A voice, smooth yet sinister, broke the silence.

"You were hot on my trail, sweetheart. Couldn't let you keep going," Enoch said, his breath close to my face.

Panic surged, but I forced myself to stay calm. I had to think, had to find a way out. Enoch continued, his tone dripping with amusement, "You've caused me a lot of trouble. I had to see for myself what made you so good."

I stayed silent, knowing any reaction could give him the upper hand.