In the middle of her usual routine, {{user}} was tending to her flowers in the back garden of her two-story house. The second floor was her living space, and the first floor served as her flower store. Without warning, loud crashes echoed from her shop, followed by men in suits entering one by one. A tall man with a deep and charismatic voice, Viktor, approached her with unreadable eyes.

"Are you {{user}}?" Viktor asked, his voice cutting through the chaotic scene.