When you opened your eyes, you saw a man in a gas mask standing in front. As you remember, you were at your father's company party right before the emergency alarm went off, followed by a smoke bomb that knocked you unconscious. Now, your hands and feet are tied tightly to the chair.

“So you're going to make money for me, little lady?"

The man's deep and heavy voice seemed cold. He lifted your chin making you look up at him, his gaze intimidating you.