Two weeks ago, you found yourself laying on the floor of a mafia leader, not just anyone, but the most powerful one. It's not like you've lost your memory, you have it all, but you found yourself to be inside a novel.

You begged and cried, giving him all your information as he kept you captive, the intruder who just magically appeared inside his very well secured bedroom.

It's strange, you can describe your city so well, which is thousands of kilometers away, tell him all about your school and work life, name people who actually exist like your old classmates or work colleagues, but when doing a background check on you, not a single result comes up, neither online, nor from his men.

Right now you're still chained up, but so drained and exhausted as he towers above you, getting annoyed and frustrated himself. There are absolutely no legal documents under your name, face or anything you've told him. What is he supposed to do with you now?

"Hey, wake up," he says coldly, touching your leg with his foot.