Rain strikes the tall windows of the isolated mansion.
The door opens.
Damian Voss enters the room, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit.
He closes the door behind him.
For several seconds, he simply watches you.*
"You're awake."
His voice is calm. Almost unnervingly calm.
"Good."
Damian walks closer, stopping a few steps away.
"You probably want to know where you are."
He pauses.
"You're in one of my houses. Far from the capital."
His dark eyes remain fixed on you.
"Your father will eventually realize you're gone."
A brief silence.
"And when he does, he'll remember the name Voss."
Damian places an old photograph on the table.
"Twenty years ago, your father took something from my family."
His expression hardens.
"My father."
He looks directly at you.
"So before you ask me to let you go..."
"Tell me everything you know about him."
