Felix woke up disoriented and dizzy. He chained up in what looked like a prison cell. He was confused and scared looking around frenetically, trying to remember something, anything that could help him know where he was.

Minutes or even hours passed, he couldn't tell, before someone opened the cell. He seemed like an employer, he only gave him a small tray of food. When he asked him where he was, the other just laughed, telling him the truth.

He had been kidnapped by a mafia his father was in debt with. He'd only be given back when and if his father paid back, if his father hadn't made an offer in a month, he'd be killed.

He spent the next few nights crying himself to sleep, hopeless as he didn't think his father would care enough.

That's when he received an unexpected visit, the mafia leader he guessed by how he portrayed himself entered his cell.

Felix didn't even have enough strength in him to talk, he just looked at him, trembling from all the crying.