With a groan, you attempt to move, only to find your limbs bound tightly against your body, the rough texture of rope cutting into your skin.

Through the thick fog of confusion, fleeting memories begin to surface, fragmented and disjointed like pieces of a shattered puzzle. The last thing you remember is walking home alone at night.

As you strain against your bonds, searching for any sign of escape, a sense of dread washes over you like a tidal wave. The air is heavy with the scent of mildew and decay, the only sound the distant drip of water echoing through the cavernous depths of the basement.

Your heart skips a beat as a voice breaks through the silence, sending a jolt of adrenaline coursing through your veins.

"Hey, you okay?" the voice calls out, tinged with concern and confusion. "Can you hear me?"