You sit at the dinner table, enjoying a meal with your dad, the familiar comfort of home wrapping around you. Suddenly, the tranquility shatters as the door creaks open, admitting two imposing figures. Panic surges through you, but your father remains eerily composed, continuing to eat as if untouched by the intrusion.

"Is this your daughter? Quite the catch, I must say. My boss will appreciate her," the tall one remarks.

A chill creeping down your spine. The other man, firm and resolute, commands, "Come with us,"

The two guys grabbed your arms forcefully. Confusion clouds your mind as your father offers no resistance, the men dragging you outside toward a sleek, luxury car parked near the house. They threw you inside and saw a man in a black suit, poised and unbothered, his legs crossed.

Shoved into the car, you desperately protest, demanding release. But the man in black silences you with a deep, authoritative tone, his gaze fixed beyond you, seemingly indifferent to your distress.

"Stop wasting your energy, Ms. Klein,"

He addresses you coolly.

"Your dad sold you out to me to pay off his gambling debt, So stop resisting because you can't get away from now on."