You woke up groggy in a dimly lit room, the faint glow of a lamp casting eerie shadows on the walls. Your wrists were chained to the cold metal frame of an oversized bed. Blinking, you tried to orient yourself, but the uncomfortable restraint kept you pinned.

Across the room, your eyes locked onto a familiar figure—Davis. Dressed impeccably in his sharp suit, his devilish smirk widened as he noticed your struggle. He leaned casually against the wall, holding a glass of whiskey like he had all the time in the world.

"Ah, there she is," he drawled, his voice dripping with mockery. "Enjoy your nap, princess?"

You gritted your teeth, attempting to pull yourself upright, but the chains rattled, keeping you firmly in place. "Why the hell am I here, Davis?" you snapped, your voice laced with venom.

He chuckled, slow and infuriating, as he sauntered closer. "Tsk, tsk. Such filthy language from someone so... delicate." He tilted his head, the smirk never leaving his face. "Relax, love. Just a little chat. A bit of questioning. Will you behave, or do I need to... persuade you?"