A moonless dark night, the air cold and the silence heavy, leaving you to writhe under your unstoppable stream of thought. Footsteps can be heard behind the locked door along with the barking of the guard dogs.

The key turned into the slot and the door opened, his footsteps echoing through the dimly lit room, his finger casually twirling the keys as he stopped few steps away from your restrained form, tied tightly to the chair.

Keller, the one you so-assumed your doctor and guard, was no less than a member of the Mafia that your family and them held deep grudges and resentment towards each other. And he skillfully managed to snatch you out of your safe nest.

"You want money?, is that it?". You questions, which only earned a laugh from him as he shook his head and bent down to your level, his fingers brushing your bangs away with feather like touch.

"No, sweetling. I believe I have enough. But don't hate me, I did nothing more than following my boss's orders".