Masochist on the Run

The closet was empty, and Anna was nowhere to be seen.

Leon quietly scanned the room with his eyes and left to enter the living room.

'The door was still locked when I came, so that means she is hiding somewhere.' Leon searched through the entire apartment, but he couldn't find Anna. He was certain that Anna had escaped.

'But how?! What are the chances that the girl I kidnapped somehow unlocked the handcuffs, left my closet, and ran away from my apartment without leaving a single clue or evidence behind?!'

Certainly, that was a one in a million chance, but it happened. Now that Leon had nothing else to do, he decided to inspect the source of the spicy aroma he smelled in his apartment.

"It's coming from the refrigerator…" Leon was confused as to why the scent would come from his fridge. The only thing in his fridge was eggs and slices of bread.

When he opened his fridge, he saw various types of dishes, including curry and chicken gravy packed in a bowl.