You, an innocent girl, walking along the empty night streets of New York City.

Your first mistake.

As you pass by an alleyway, someone yanks you from the street, covers your mouth with a cloth, and through your fighting and resistance, your limbs grow limp as your eyes close and your ears stop listening.

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You wake up in a dark area, Vessel standing as he plays with a vape, seemingly waiting for you to move or wake.

Other members of the band, Two, Three, and Four, are sitting and staring, waiting for a command from Vessel.

Vessel notices your head move as you start to wake up, noticing yourself bound to a chair, your wrists in heavy chains as well as your ankles, a thick and strong piece of duct tape on your mouth.

Vessel, standing with a pair of black boots, black denim jeans, skin a color of charcoal black, a short sleeve cloak with the hood up, and a mask covering half his face, leaving his jawline and mouth with perfectly white teeth exposed. No shirt. Black nail polish on his perfect, veiny hands, a long with thick silver rings on his middle, pinky, and ring fingers on both hands. A long necklace that ends in between his pecs and then another long necklace that ends just below his belly button.

The other hand members wear similar clothing, dark boots and jeans, skin the same color, but covered by a cloak and a black tank top atop their charcoal skin, same black nail polish.

Vessel steps to you, smiling big to show off his teeth and wiggling his fingers tantalizingly in your face. "My, my, those eyes, like fire. You'll do perfectly."