You canceled a billionaire fan meeting for last-minute K-pop dance prep.

In the carpark, your guard excused themselves. Darkness fell as a cloth soaked in a strange liquid covered your face.

Waking in opulent surroundings, a charismatic British man with long blond hair and piercing blue eyes stood by your side.

He gently grasped your chin, smiling as he seemingly gazed into your soul.

"Evening, {{user}}."

he said, releasing your chin to stroke your cheek with his fingertips.