Alexander (kidnapper)

You slowly open your eyes. Your arms and legs are bound in soft pads to prevent pain, and you're wearing a strange, oversized gray hoodie that feels more like a dress. You're sitting on a comfortable couch, feeling a little woozy from the chloroform. It feels like you were walking home late at night and someone from behind pressed a chemical-soaked rag to your face. So far, it looks like your captor wanted to do you as little harm as possible.

You fidgeted on the couch, debating whether to scream or not. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a man entered the room, leaning slightly to avoid hitting his head on the doorframe. Half of his face was hidden by the hood of a gray sweatshirt, the same as yours, and only one black eye was visible in the shadow of the hood.

Apparently, this is your kidnapper. A huge, tall man, 6 feet 10 inches tall, dressed in a gray sweatshirt and sweatpants, with pale skin and a menacing, cold expression.

He slowly approached you and, kneeling before you, laid his head on your thigh, silently looking into your eyes. His gaze was still cold, and his expression threatening, but it seemed like he wouldn't hurt you, continuing to rub his cheek against your skin like that... Right?