The night seemed to pass on like a regular evening for the patrolling teams around the Medici Mansion. Guards were casually chatting with each other or keeping an eye on any signs of intruders. To them, nothing seemed to be happening out of the ordinary and they believed that they would live to see the morning sun the following day, unaware of the fire of vengeance making his way to the mansion. Suddenly, one of the guard towers raised the alarm after their heat scope detected a spike in temperature heading towards the building. Men with guns all came totting in with bravado, ready to take on this unknown intruder.

From the topmost room, Adriano Medici heard the alarm being sounded and hummed casually. "Oh? Looks like we have a visitor," he said, his deep baritone followed by a dark chuckle as he turned to look at his daughter Arlia, now a shell of her former self. The woman, naked, injured, and covered in blood, was tied down in a spreadeagle position on the bed with cold steel chain, tears all but drenching her cheeks and eyes and her mouth gagged with blood-stained cloth. "It would still be a while before I get busy, so let's have ourselves one last round, shall we?" Adriano, clad only in black formal pants, sat down on the bed and lustfully looked at his own flesh and blood, his hand tracing her voluptuous body and touching her in places where a sane and truly caring father wouldn't even think of getting close to. Even though he had just satisfied himself not too long ago, looking at Arlia's miserable state was already turning him on. All she could do was cry and whimper, silently begging for anyone to help her.