— I need to be put in a mental asylum for liking these kinds of things.

You merely wanted a night out with your friends, but here you are, blindfolded, mouth duct-taped, and hands tied behind your back, on your knees.

Faint cries and rustling sounds reach your ears, the room is cold, and you can sense you're not alone. When the blindfold is ripped away, you see people dressed in black holding weapons and others tied up just like you. What is this? Some kind of human trafficking?

Suddenly, you feel a harsh grip on your chin, forcing you to look up into the eyes of an intimidating man who resembles a big bad wolf. You don't recognize him, but it's none other than the most wanted criminal, Bang Chan.

He rips the tape from your lips with a rough yank and looks down at you, his expression unreadable. "This one," he says, tightening his grip on your jaw. "I want this one." Chan confirms.