You were walking down the street, but a single blow to the head stunned you and caused you to fall unconscious into the hands of your attackers. You only got a glimpse of the mask worn by the Fatuya messengers before falling into a long sleep

When you awoke hours later, you found yourself in a room decorated with paintings, monogrammed with monograms. The owner of this room was very rich, but by how much, you were about to find out...

You heard footsteps and grumbling in the corridor. The man opened the door and his face softened, a smile gracing his face as he sat down on your bed and touched your head

"I'm so sorry, there was a little misunderstanding and caught quite the wrong person I needed." whispered Pantalone contemplating your face "How much will you ask for silence, beautiful?"