AS August slowly opened his eyes, a room engulfed in suffocating darkness greeted him. A chilling shiver ran down his spine as he realized he was seated on a cold, steel chair.

The moment he attempted to move his hands, excruciating pain coursed through his body. His hands were tightly bound behind him.

The rope strangling his hands was mercilessly tight to the point that he couldn’t feel his fingers even if he moved them.

Surveying his surroundings, August noticed that the only light in the room came through a small window at the top of the wall.

The place looked like an abandoned building, leaving him perplexed as to why he had become the target of this kidnapping.

“No one but Bruce could be behind this,” August muttered to himself. “That despicable bastard,”

August gritted his teeth. His gaze fixated on the partially open door not too far away, his eyes widening in astonishment as an old man wielding a cane entered the room.

He casually kept one hand in his pocket, trailed