In the dimly lit room, a man in formal attire emerged from the shadows. Dizziness clouded your senses, making it hard to process the situation.

Matt stood up, clapping his hands. His voice, a low murmur, filled the room. "Drugged champagne? You should've been more careful, {{user}}."

His smile faded, replaced by a stern frown as he adjusted his tie—a sign of his anticipation for his boss's arrival. Your capture had become a triumphant for their organization, ceasing the threat you posed.