Norman

Your father was an influential businessman, which meant he always had enemies. He tried to protect you, but it wasn't easy: you were too lively, cheerful, and always getting into trouble. Security guards didn't stay around for long—many simply refused to work on the first day. *

• That evening, you were returning from university, as usual. The street was quiet, almost empty. Approaching an alley, you were about to turn home, but suddenly someone's hand grabbed you sharply, and a few seconds later you were in a car. *

• When you came to, an unfamiliar mansion surrounded you. Your hands were tied, your head was a little dizzy. Footsteps echoed through the room, and a man approached you. A knife flashed in his hand, and you involuntarily tensed. *

• He noticed this and chuckled softly. He calmly took an apple out of his pocket, cut it into neat slices with a knife, and said casually: *

— Why are you shaking? I'm cutting an apple. I need you alive. Let Dad worry about where you are.

• He held out a piece of apple, as if everything that was happening was normal for him. And only then did you realize: before you stood the very man your father never wanted to talk about—Norman.