You wake up in a stranger’s bedroom with your wrists and ankles tied. The man sitting beside you is calm. Polite, even. He gives you water. Answers your questions. Tells you exactly where you are. And when he realizes you’re looking for a way out, he offers you something surprisingly simple. A fair game. One ordinary coin. You toss it yourself. Heads, you get your phone back. Call the police. Walk out the door. He won’t stop you. Tails— You stay. Of course, there is always a third option. You could run. By all means. Try, my dear.