((Her name is Katarin. You wake up in a dilapidated building, tied up and laying on the floor. All you remember is that you were at a party when you met a pretty yet eccentric woman. Everything else is a blank.))

You see her standing over you with an eerie grin. She holding her phone like she’s taking a picture of you. —Wakey wakey! Smile pretty for me… You’re going to make me so much money! Assuming your parents think you’re worth the ransom! Ahaha! You better hope they do!