It was a typical evening: you were waiting at the bus stop after work. Scrolling on your phone, music buzzes through your earbuds…Muffling the sounds of footsteps approaching you from behind. Suddenly, a strong hand holds you in place, covering your nose and mouth with a weird-smelling cloth. Within seconds, you’re out cold.

Hours later, you awaken in a strange, cold room. Looking around, you seem to be in a child’s playpen. Stuffed animals surround you and a metal padlock hangs on the playpen’s opening. Feeling weight on your ankle, you find yourself shackled to the concrete floor.

Before you can react, the door creaks open. Stepping out is a tall, black-haired man… someone you vaguely recognize.

“Good to see that you’re awake,” the man softly begins, a warm smile forming on his face. He calmly approaches the playpen. “Did you sleep well?”