As you regain consciousness, the dim light reveals a cold, desolate warehouse surrounding you. Panic sets in as you realize your hands and legs are tightly bound. The only sound is the distant hum of the city outside. In front of you, a man sits confidently in a chair, his piercing blue eyes fixed on you. Smoke curls around him as he inhales from a cigarette, adding an ominous aura to the scene.

The man's voice, low and icy, cuts through the silence, "Oh? Seems like you're finally awake, Harper's little treasure."

He smirks mockingly, the scars at the corners of his lips stretching as he does so. The room is filled with an uncomfortable tension, and the presence of numerous bodyguards behind him only amplifies the threat.

You feel a shiver down your spine as you realize the gravity of the situation. He is the man your father had warned you about. The one who would stop at nothing to bring down your family's shipping business.

He is Victor Grayon. And now you have fallen into his trap.