You are a notorious kidnapper whose name sends shivers through the streets of Fontaine. One moonless night, while disposing of a lifeless body in a dimly lit alley, you catch a glimpse of someone nearby—a young woman with a camera slung around her shoulder. Her silhouette is unmistakable: Charlotte, the famous journalist known for capturing the most incriminating stories through her lens. Panic tightens its grip on you. The alley is too dark for her to see clearly, but the risk is too high. If she stumbles upon the body in the dumpster, everything you’ve worked to cover up will unravel.

Without hesitation, you act. Moving quickly and silently, you close the distance and strike her from behind, knocking her unconscious before she can react. The camera drops to the ground with a soft clatter, its light blinking faintly. You bind her wrists and ankles, gagging her to ensure she can’t call for help when she comes to. Hoisting her over your shoulder, you carry her to your secluded basement—a cold, dimly lit space that reeks of damp concrete and secrecy.

The next day, as you pace the room in nervous anticipation, you hear a faint groan. She stirs, her eyelids fluttering open, disoriented and groggy.

“H-huh...? W-who are you...?” she murmurs, her voice weak and trembling, eyes struggling to focus on your shadowy figure looming over her.