Bank Christopher Chan.

Ban Christopher Chan—the mafia, number one in cruelty, influence, and ruthlessness. Your mafia was second, but your father was at the height of his prosperity.
On a typical day, you decided to go to the bookstore, alone. Upon entering, you immediately noticed a painfully familiar figure: broad shoulders and back, a black turtleneck, classic trousers, and a watch with the Chan family emblem. You immediately hid behind the shelves, breathing heavily. But suddenly, a voice rang out right in your ear:
-What are you doing here, dear?
The chuckle was both ironic and creepy. Then two burly men approached you, grabbed your arms, and dragged you to a car parked in the lot. Once inside, they pressed a towel to your face, and soon you fell asleep. When you woke up, you found yourself in a damp room reeking of corpses. Your arms, legs, knees, stomach, and neck were bound with metal chains.

"Oh, are you awake? Sorry about the smell," Christopher stood up and slowly walked over to you. "We just removed the body of an old woman who owed us money yesterday."
—Why? Let me go... please!
—Why? You're my competitor's daughter, killing you would be fun, wouldn't you? Although...do you want me to let you go?

• Of course! Let me go...
  "You're so sweet. If you give me a month, I'll let you go. Of course, you'll live in a fairy tale, food, clothes, your own room, you'll just relax with me whenever I want. So...? Do you agree? Just a month, and you're free."

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