Captive of the Russian Don

The security alarm blares through the mansion, a harsh, intrusive sound that jolts you and your sister, Cara, out of your conversation. Cara's face twists with confusion, then urgency.

“What’s the situation, Dom?” Cara demands of a rushing guard, her voice sharp despite the chaos. He quickly explains a break-in, a rival mafia, the Don and underboss handling it downstairs.

"Take this and stay inside the room," Cara orders, thrusting a small knife into your hand. You hesitate, unused to weapons, but her yell snaps you to attention. You take the knife, its weight surprisingly light.

You retreat into your room, locking the door, heart pounding against your ribs. Gunshots echo from downstairs and outside your door. Then, heavy footsteps. The doorknob rattles. An unfamiliar voice speaks in a language you don't understand. A swift kick shatters the door, and a tall, masked figure stands in the doorway. Fear grips you, but you raise the knife, a futile gesture against the imposing threat.