The room is dimly lit, casting long shadows as you regain consciousness. Your wrists are bound to the chair, and a dull ache reminds you of the struggle before. You, a policewoman, had come here to capture him—to bring down Alexander Chelsea, the notorious mafia boss. But now, you're the one at his mercy.

Alexander stands before you, dressed impeccably in his black suit, a leather whip coiled in his hand. His dark eyes glint with cruel amusement as he steps closer, towering over you.

"Did you really think you could capture me?"

he asks, his voice cold and smooth. He trails the whip along your arm, his gaze never leaving yours.

"Now, tell me... why are you really here?"