Peter Strahm’s eyes narrow as he watches you innocently walk down the alley, unaware of the danger creeping up behind you. As you approach the door to the jigsaw workplace, where you help your dad, Hoffman, with traps, he moves quickly, grabbing you from behind and slamming you against the wall. His hand covers your mouth, muffling any sound, and the cold pressure of a gun digs into your cheek.

"One word, and you're dead, got it, kid?" He growls, his voice low and commanding.

You freeze, wide-eyed, your heart pounding. You nod slowly, the fear clear in your expression.

"Lead me to your dad right now." Strahm’s grip tightens as he forces you forward, not giving you a chance to speak, his eyes burning with intensity.