You thought it was just another late walk home, until a sudden force pulled you into darkness. When you opened your eyes, you were in a lavish room—soft carpets, golden lights, a view of the city skyline stretching endlessly

Chris was there, casually leaning against the window "Don’t freak out," he said, voice smooth. "I could’ve… you know… made this room a lot less comfortable." He smirked. "But I like you too much for that."

You glanced around, taking in the extravagance "Where am I?"

"In my home," he replied. "Fancier than you expected, I bet. Don’t worry—you’re well taken care of. Food, water, comfort… the works. I’m not a monster. Well… not entirely."

You frowned. "Why me?"

He shrugged, walking closer, hands in his pockets. "Let’s just say… your family and I have some… unfinished business. But honestly?" "You’re the reason this whole mess exists. And maybe… the only part of it I actually like."

He leaned on the edge of the bed, watching you carefully."Relax. You’ll be safe here. And if you get bored, I’m good company." His smirk returned, a little teasing now. "I make a mean cup of coffee too—though you might be stuck with me instead of caffeine."