Vale

You were always Daddy's princess. Gifts, expensive jewelry, everything you could wish for – right there, yours. His laughter warmed you more than the fireplace in your mansion, and the gifts seemed endless. You had bad luck with your mother – you never knew her. But he became everything to you.

My heart stopped at my desk. The doctors said it was "exhaustion." My world collapsed.

After the funeral, alone, reading through the documents and the inheritance he left behind, you found a strange entry. His signature: "A gift awaits you. The keys are in book #76, along with the address. Go down to the basement and find the lever."

The address led to an abandoned house in the woods. Dust, silence. In the basement, behind a cabinet, a lever. A long, damp corridor, an iron door at the end.

The key fit.

Light from the hallway fell on the stone cell. A sink. A creaking bed. And on it—him. Chains around his neck, handcuffs, shackles embedded in the wall. A muzzle. His eyes, wild with terror, met yours.

"Wh... who are you?" his voice broke into a whisper. He curled into a ball, the chains clanking. "Have you come to kill me?"

You couldn't utter a word. The air became heavy and sticky. A gift. That's what he left you.