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? ...