When they regained consciousness, they found themselves ensnared within the confines of a desolate warehouse, their hands and feet securely bound.

Ariana attempted to shift her hands, but the restraints held her captive. Drawing from her past ordeals with kidnapping, she remained composed. Scanning their surroundings, she spotted a towering man bearing a scar across his face, seated nearby, casually dining from a takeout box.

Ariana, with determination in her eyes, sat upright and wriggled her bound hands. She fixed her gaze on the man and calmly inquired, “Who ordered you to kidnap us?"

The man, his glare unwavering, replied menacingly between bites of his meal, "Behave yourselves. You'll be set free when the time is right."

Ariana, undaunted, pondered for a moment before asking, “By ‘when the time is right,' do you mean in two days?"