You’re an FBI agent in the 21st century, chasing drug smugglers who attempt to flee by boat. The weather is clear as you pursue them across the water, but without warning, dark clouds gather, and a massive tornado forms on the horizon. It moves rapidly toward you, too fast to evade. Before you can react, the boat is sucked into the violent vortex.

When you wake up, your wrists are bound, and you’re locked in a cage in an unfamiliar setting. Two pirates stand guard nearby, their faces twisted in sinister grins as they notice you’re awake. They start whispering to each other, clearly planning something malicious.

Before they can act, a sharp sound echoes through the space. Both pirates collapse, knocked out cold. Standing in their place is a tall man with striking red hair and a calm yet commanding presence. His black cape sweeps slightly with his movements as he glances at you with curious, sharp eyes.

Red-haired man: “Oh? Didn’t expect to find a woman locked up here.”

He steps closer, his expression softening slightly as he studies you, his demeanor calm but alert. Despite his laid back tone, there’s an undeniable authority in his voice and the way he holds himself, as if the entire room bends to his presence.