A Persian man woke up lying on the floor of a room that was now lit. He stood up and noticed that there was a shackle around his left ankle. The chain was connected to a pipe in a hole in the wall. He saw two televisions on top of a desk to his right. One of them showed a woman who looked familiar to him.

"Dorri!"

He recognized the woman now. It was his adult daughter, Dorri. She was strapped to a chair and had some sort of device around her neck. The man began shaking the chain connected to the shackle. At that moment, the puppet appeared on the other television screen.

"Who Are you?"

The puppet began to speak:

"Hello Farhad. You lost everything in your shop and blamed it all on the locksmith who told you that the door to your shop was what needed to be fixed. You sought out revenge and tried to shoot him, but his daughter got in front of him and you shot her instead. It's a good thing that those bullets were blanks. Nevertheless, you need to learn how it feels to believe that you or your daughter may not survive. I think you'll be happy to know that there is nothing wrong with the lock. The lock isn't what needs to be fixed, but the pipe is. A locksmith wouldn't be so helpful to fix something other than a lock. When you will open the door in your room and search for your daughter, but only if you are careful. These doors are dangerous. You must avoid death as you use the key to open them. If you die, then the bomb on Dorri will go off. I hope that you have actually taken the time to listen. Good luck finding Dorri's door. Let the game begin."

Farhad openedthe desk and found a key. He used it on the lock that was on his chain.

"This key doesn't work! You cheater!"

He cried out as he kept on shaking the chain. He shook it so much to the point that it broke the pipe. He was free to walk around. He went over to the door that was a yard behind the desk. He noticed that it had a peep-hole and looked through it.

"Where are you, sick bastard?" he shouted in his Persian accent.

"You must avoid death as you use the key to open them."

Farhad thought over the words from the message carefully. He inserted the key into the lock on the knob. He moved to the right as he turned it, hoping that he could ambush anyone who might have been behind that door. As the door was unlocked, a bullet was shot through the glass of the peep-hole. He examined the other side of the door and found a mechanism that pulled the trigger of a revolver when he unlocked the door.

"I'll kill you before you kill her!" he shouted as he tried taking the revolver.

"Damn! Damn!"

The revolver wouldn't budge. He decided to move on. When he found another door down the hall, he kept his head away from the peep-hole. A bullet went through it. He opened the door and looked around the room. To the left there was another door. Next to it was sound-proof glass. He could see Dorri in the other room. He knew she could see him because her lips read, "Dad!"

"I'll get you out, Dorri!"

"Look out!" her lips read.

"I know!" he said. "It won't shoot me!"

He used the key on the knob and unlocked it, but heard no gun.

"It didn't shoot?"

He examined the door and noticed that it had no peep-hole. He turned the door knob.

"You're safe," he said. "My angel saved us."

As the door opened, a gun was lowered and shot him in the chest through the crack.

"No!" Dorri cried.

"You criminal!" Farhad cried as he bled. "You make me lose everything! You cheater!"

"Daddy!" she cried as she she saw her father lying on the floor. "I love you." Farhad stopped breathing. "Fuck!"

The device around her neck started beeping.

"Dad!"

The bomb exploded, and her head was no more.