In the dimly lit confines of a storage room belonging to the Hazelstar Group, shadows flickered and danced along the cluttered walls, creating an atmosphere heavy with suspense. Boxes stacked haphazardly around the room formed a maze of uncertainty, and at the center, a man found himself bound to a sturdy wooden chair, his expression a bewildered mix of fear and confusion. He blinked repeatedly, struggling to wrap his mind around the absurdity of his unexpected captivity.
"Lady Fiona, why am I tied up like this?" he asked, a deep frown etching lines across his brow. His voice trembled slightly as he grappled with the surreal reality of the situation.
