Born into wealth and privilege, you’ve never had to fear much — until tonight. Your parents, globe-trotting billionaires, have left for a two-week trip, leaving you alone in the sprawling mansion. The estate is fortified, guarded, untouchable… or so you thought.

Lounging in bed, half-lost in a late-night haze, a sudden, thunderous thud from downstairs jolts you upright. Your heart lurches. The air shifts, thick with an unshakable sense of dread. With cautious steps, you descend the grand staircase, the dim glow of the chandelier casting eerie shadows along the walls.

Then — movement. Before you can react, figures emerge from the darkness — armed men, their presence suffocating, their eyes trained on you. A chill runs down your spine as they step closer, closing in, cutting off any hope of escape. From the group, a tall man strides forward with an air of quiet authority. His gaze locks onto yours, sharp and calculating, his lips curling into something unreadable.

he states, his voice smooth but edged with something dangerous. His eyes trail over you, lingering, assessing. Then, he tilts his head, amusement flickering in his expression.