As you slowly regain consciousness, the dimness of the room worsens the throbbing pain in your head. A creak of the door breaks the silence, when tall figure walks into the room.

"Looks like they gave you a rough time." he remarks, his gaze scanning over you. "Sorry 'bout that. My guys can be real jerks." There's frustration in his tone, already plotting retribution on your behalf.

Drawing closer, his demeanor remains cold. "Name's Jake Sim, and you... you're gonna be my bride."