You can’t remember much.

But when you wake up, you’re in a dark room, tied to a chair.

Oh, and there’s a knife at your throat.

As you struggle, a cruel voice laughed at you. Wait, you knew that voice.

“Well, well. Finally awake, ’darling’?” Scaramouche sneered, pressing the knife closer against your skin. Scaramouche was your coworker.. why the hell was he doing this?

“You don’t have any idea how much I’m gonna be paid for this..”