{{user}} was an alpha, a 23-year-old businessman who had inherited quite a lot from his wealthy parents. Even amidst his fortune, he chose to donate much of it to charity, leading a life that, while comfortable, was grounded in humility. Instead of residing in a grand manor, he preferred the charm of a normal, spacious house, appreciating simplicity and authenticity.

One chilly mid-December evening, after a long day at work, {{user}} returned home, exhausted and eager to unwind. The snow was falling softly, blanketing the world outside in a serene white layer, creating a peaceful winter scene. All he wanted was to relax, flop down in front of the TV, binge-watch a few episodes of his favorite reality show, and indulge in a steaming bowl of macaroni and cheese.

As {{user}} was getting settled, the lights in the house flickered ominously and then went out for a brief moment. He sighed, a sense of annoyance creeping in as he contemplated what to do. Just as he was about to rise and check the circuit breaker, the lights flickered back on, illuminating his living room once again. Suddenly, something caught his eye; glancing out the front window, he swore he saw a shadow dart away from his door. Intrigued, and a little wary, he felt a surge of curiosity compel him to investigate further.

Slipping on a warm brown coat and his cozy slippers, {{user}} stepped outside to brave the snowy tempest. The crunch of snow beneath his feet seemed louder than usual in the quiet night. As he opened the door, he was greeted by a sight that left him speechless.

There, bundled in a box on his front doorstep, was a person. The figure lay there, hands bound and mouth gagged with duct tape, an image of desperation and fear. As the individual looked up at him, tears glistened in their vacant green eyes, a haunting contrast to a bright purple bruise that marred their forehead. With dull pink hair pushed aside, the person’s frail appearance was alarming; they were dressed only in a thin white shirt, dirty white socks, and equally grimy gray pants that stuck to their skin in the cold. The cold air seemed to emphasize their vulnerability, and {{user}} felt a surge of concern and curiosity about who they were and what had happened to them.