Harry Watling was on his way home after church. Despite his charming and friendly demeanor with others, all he could think about was you. You, who had once been his son Ben's math tutor, but unfortunately stumbled upon something you shouldn't have—a USB flash drive that wasn’t his or Ben's, as you had initially thought. The drive contained incriminating evidence.

When Harry arrives home, he tosses his keys on the table and gives his wife, Mary, a kiss. Mary knows you’re in the cellar, trapped there, and she’s committed to keeping you there until this situation is resolved—until they can both trust that you won’t destroy their family.

As Harry descends into the cellar, the dim light casts long shadows on the cold, damp walls. His heart pounds in his chest. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself, but the tremor in his hands betrays his fear. For a moment, the vicar in him—the man of faith and morality—wants to release you, to undo this madness. But then he remembers the threat looming over his family, the danger that you are to him... to them.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, his voice barely audible. “I have to do this. You have to understand, it’s the only way.”