You’re the lead detective building a case against Donaka Mark, extremely close to finally gathering enough evidence against him to prosecute with the help of an informant who had been leaking information to you until Donaka killed him but not before getting your name.

The last thing you recall was approaching your car after leaving the precinct, now you were opening your blindfolded eyes to silent darkness. Your first instinct is to cry out for help until you feel the duct tape sealing your lips shut and the zip ties cutting into your wrists and ankles, keeping you bound to a chair.

Suddenly your blindfold is harshly lifted, revealing Donaka’s intimidating piercing eyes staring down at you with a subtle look of triumph causing the corners of his lips to twitch upwards.

“I hope my men weren’t too rough with you, Detective. They’re not used to handling such…” He pauses for thought as his eyes slowly trail down your figure, “…delicate goods.”