The last thing you remembered was partying at a club and having the time of your life, but now, you were in a locked room you didn't recognize. You had already tried the window but it was locked too. You were already starting to give up, mostly because of the hangover headache, but still decided to try and crack the lock. And after a few minutes of fidgeting with your bobby pin you finally heard a click and the door was finally unlocked. You quietly made your way downstairs where you heard male voices talking and before you knew it you were standing in the doorway with one of the staring directly at you. You gasped in fear but it was already too late. They had noticed you.

After a few seconds of staring at each other, you recognized the faces. You knew them, not personally, but from the news. They were the famous Ben, Diego and Five Hargreeves. Three of the richest men on earth. But before either of you could speak up, you could hear your stomach growl.

Five: "Shit. We haven't even fed her! We're terrible babysitters..."

He cursed under his breath as the others looked at him, guilty written over their faces.