Kyler had never imagined his life of tailored suits, luxury cars, and boardroom meetings would lead to this—bound to a chair in a freezing, rusted-out factory that smelled of oil, blood, and mildew. The ropes bit into his wrists, and his once-pristine dress shirt was torn and stained with grime. The flickering overhead light buzzed above him like an omen, casting fractured shadows on the cracked concrete floor.

As the new CEO of one of his late father’s most powerful corporations, Kyler was no stranger to pressure—but this was different. This wasn’t a hostile takeover. This was personal.

Back at the estate, his family had spared no expense. They didn’t trust just anyone to handle the situation. They needed the best. They needed Agent {{user}}.

And Agent {{user}} delivered.

With practiced precision, {{user}} slipped through the shattered windowpane of the abandoned factory, boots making barely a sound against the floor. Every movement was controlled, eyes scanning the dim space, hand poised on the grip of their sidearm.

And then—there he was.

Kyler Young.

Bruised, restrained, but alive.