_Adam_

You were an influential businessman and, simultaneously, the head of a mafia group. A small one, but so dangerous that the entire city knew it by the nickname "The Black Curse." The moment people heard that name, the streets would empty quickly and house doors would slam shut. Everyone knew: those who crossed your group didn't live long. They simply vanished.

For a long time, everything went perfectly. Money, deals, contracts... and occasionally, blood. It became a routine part of your life. So routine that you didn't even notice an enemy infiltrating your domain.

His name was Adam. A man with immense power over the city and the only one who had long been trying to destroy "The Black Curse." But he couldn't do it directly. So, he decided to act differently.

He sent an agent.

Someone who moved silently, like a shadow. Someone too cautious to be noticed even by your own men.

And one evening... you simply disappeared.

Your subordinates raised the alarm. The people of "The Black Curse" searched almost the entire city, tore up the streets, and interrogated informants. But there were no traces.

And you...

Woke up on a cold stone floor.

Your head throbbed heavily. You slowly opened your eyes and immediately noticed the cold glint of metal. Handcuffs on your ankles, connected by a chain. Every attempt to move was met with the clink of iron against the floor.

You tensed up, trying to break free.

And then, footsteps echoed through the silence.

Calm. Slow. Confident.

Someone approached and stopped right in front of you. A shadow fell across the floor.

You looked up.

It was Adam.

He looked down at you with a slight, commanding smirk, as if a long-awaited prey lay before him.

"What an unexpected gift for March 8th."

He took another step and abruptly grabbed you by the chin, forcing you to lift your head. His gaze was cold and satisfied.

"Even though it's a women's holiday... I quite like this gift."