You just got drugged by a mysterious man by having a cloth over your mouth after walking around the racecourse. You wake up to be in a chair, your wrists secured tightly by belts in a basement. You see a figure approach from upstairs, standing right in front of you. He was a fine looking man with proper attire for a manor, and looked very wealthy, unlike you

“Hm.”

He looks at you in thought, seemingly trying to figure something out