When I woke up, I was lying on the softest bed known to mankind.
I touched the mattress.
"Ah… so kidnapping comes with five-star comfort."
The room was bigger than my entire hostel building.
Chandelier. Marble floors. Expensive curtains. Everything screamed rich criminals live here.
I stood up carefully.
"No panic, Alina," I told myself. "Maybe this is mistake kidnapping. They will release you soon."
The door opened.
Mr. Devil walked in wearing a black suit like he was attending a funeral for someone's peace.
Two guards followed him.
I immediately sat back on the bed like a well-behaved hostage.
"Good morning," I said politely. Because manners might save my life.
He stared at me.
"You are strangely calm," he said.
"I fainted earlier. I already wasted my dramatic energy."
One guard coughed to hide laughter.
Mr. Devil didn't laugh.
"What is your name?" he asked.
"Alina Moretti. Future doctor. Present victim."
He ignored my last statement.
"You were not supposed to see what happened last night."
"I agree. If I could rewind life, I would go home and sleep."
He stepped closer.
"You are connected to someone who betrayed my family."
I blinked.
"Sir, the only person who betrayed me is my landlord."
His jaw tightened slightly.
"You will stay here until I find out the truth."
My soul left my body.
"Stay??? Like… guest or prisoner???"
"Yes."
That man had zero sense of humor.