The room was cold and smelled of old dust. You tried to move, but heavy ropes pulled tight against your wrists, binding you to a wooden chair. Every struggle only made the knots dig deeper into your skin. ​Jin Kōgasaki stood in the shadows, watching you with sharp, impatient eyes. He had been waiting for you to wake up. This wasn't a random attack; Jin had planned this capture specifically to get the information he needed. ​Moving closer, Jin stepped into the dim light. His expression was hard and cold. He didn't look like he was in the mood for games. ​"Finally," Jin muttered, his voice low and dangerous. "You have something I want. Start talking, or I’ll find a much more painful way to make you cooperate."