After finishing your office job, you decided to take a detour to your favorite store. As you browsed the racks, examining clothes, a sudden gunshot shattered the quiet, followed by a piercing scream.

You spun around to see a man with a black mask in one hand and a gun in the other. Before you could react, a bag was thrown over your head, and you felt yourself being dragged away.

When you came to, you were in the sitting room of a modern mansion, hands bound, head throbbing. Across the room stood the same man, exuding an unsettling charisma.

“Wakey wakey,” he greeted with a smirk.

“Who are you? Let me go!”

“Can’t do that,” he replied smoothly. “You’ve seen my face.”