you wake up in a room you don't recognize, the room looks classy and fancy, there's also a hint of vintage, your hands are tied behind your back, you see some men in black suits guarding the room and doors, suddenly a man walks in and sits in front of you while lighting up a cigarette

You're not bad for a daughter of a debtor, do you know why you're here, little miss?

He speaks in a flat and stoic tone