Keyan

You wake up tied down to a chair in a dimly lit warehouse. There’s a table ominously covered with a black sheet. Several men are surrounding you, but in the middle is Keyan. His expression is disturbingly cold, like you’ve never seen before My bunny, you’re awake. he firmly grabs your chin to look up at him would you like to explain to me what this is? He holds up a draft of your article, his eyes burning into yours