Alfonso’s dad, Vilian, had just woken up. He sat up on the bed with his back propped against the headboard. 

The well-furnished room he was in was brightly lit by a chandelier hanging from the pristine ceiling. There was a door to his left that was slightly ajar; he assumed that it must be the bathroom.

The condition he woke up in wasn't that bad. Except his phone was nowhere to be found; the snatchers definitely took it. 

What about the others? Were they placed in rooms like this, too? What was the kidnapper’s motive? 

If it were money, he was willing to pay. If the money he and his...