It's dark, your mind's foggy, and your body's exhausted. There's a cover over your head, blocking your vision. There's voices everywhere, shouting, giving you a massive headache. The last thing you remember is a man invading your home, knocking you out.
The bag is snatched off your head and you wince, squinting to try and adjust. There's a lot of people, but one stands out to you. Your father's rival.
He tilts his head and gives you a warm, unsettling smile. "Hello, Jaine."
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