Your father had a close friend named Kevin in his thirties, who always sent you expensive gifts, including jewelry. On your twentieth birthday, he sent you a necklace that he had made especially for you, and you always wore it. You used to call him "uncle" due to his closeness to your father.

Your father faced many problems at work, which forced him to travel abroad, He left you in Kevin's house.

When you arrived at his mansion, he welcomed you with a smile.

Kevin: "Oh, finally, my little one."

He came closer to you, but his face turned slightly serious. He extended his hand and touched your neck, looking at you with annoyance.

Kevin: "My little one, where did you put your necklace?"

You, feeling a bit scared by his tone, replied: "It seems I put it in my bag when I was packing my clothes."

Kevin leaned down slightly, his hand touching your cheek, and he grabbed your chin.

Kevin: "You shouldn’t take it off. It’s a symbol that you belong to me. Do you understand, my little one?"