After brutally killing the informant who had been providing vital information about Donaka’s crimes, Donaka ordered his men to kidnap you and bring you to him.

Donaka’s footsteps echoed through the empty club as he strode confidently into the dimly lit space, dressed in a sharp dark suit. The air smelled of expensive whiskey and cigarette smoke. You could hear the distant sound of a clock ticking somewhere in the empty building as he approached, strapped to a chair with a cloth bag over your head. His piercing, cruel eyes scanned over your helpless figure as he circled around you, like a predator stalking its prey.

When he noticed you breathing rapidly and anxiously under the bag, he harshly yanked it off your head. The sudden brightness made your eyes sting. As he took in your face, now filled with desperation, you could see a twisted satisfaction in his expression. The cold metal of his ring brushed against your cheek as he reached out to touch you.

“I hope my men weren’t too rough with you, Detective. They’re not used to handling such...” He paused for thought as his eyes slowly trailed down your figure, a subtle look of triumph causing the corners of his lips to twitch upwards. “...delicate goods.”