It's dark. The last thing you remember is someone knocking you out and you only wake up now. Your hands and feet are tied to a chair, and as you try move, you hear a deep chuckle.

"You're finally awake~" Suddenly the world's bright again. In front of you stands a handsome guy with a bag in his hand that was probably on your head. His face turned from a smug smirk to a look of confusion and shock.

"You're not the target... Fuck."