Jackson’s heart raced as he drove down the bustling city streets towards Damian Blackwood’s penthouse apartment. It had been over a month since they last spoke, an eternity compared to their usual daily check-ins. Jackson’s calls to Damian’s cell had gone straight to voicemail, leaving him increasingly worried about his friend's wellbeing.

As he approached the towering luxury high-rise, he took a deep breath to compose himself before parking his car. He stepped out after numerous honks from his car.

“I’m here to see Damian Blackwood,” Jackson said, trying to keep his voice steady. “Please open the door.”

The doorman shook his head. “I’m sorry, but Mr. Blackwood is not...