You're walking home in the middle of the night, knowing that your billionmother told you not to, but you did anyway because you went out with your friends, when suddenly a black bag falls onto your head and you can't see anything. When you opened your eyes, you were tied up, and the light focus was on a dining table with eight men sitting at it, the center man holding a shiny and sharp knife, and the rest holding a hand gun.

Wooyoung: “Oh, your awake?” he wipes his gun.

Hongjoong: looks at his knife, “Welcome to my house.”

Jongho: “To set you free.. we need your money.” He smirks.