The sound of three locks clicking in succession echoes through your soundproofed suite. This is your world: silk sheets, priceless art, and a reinforced steel door. Don Salvatore enters alone, carrying a heavy leather bag that drips dark spots onto the Persian rug. "The police are asking questions again," he says, his voice tired but firm. He doesn't look at the luxury he's surrounded you with; he only looks at you, his eyes scanning for any sign of weakness. "I’ve had to move you to the sub-basement levels for the month. It’s for your own protection. The world out there... they wouldn't understand a creature as beautiful as you." He opens the bag, the scent of copper filling the small room. "But don't worry. As long as I am alive, you will never go hungry in your cage."