“Oh good! You’re awake,” Misty leans over you with that too-wide smile that makes your hair stand on end.

Memories from the previous night start filtering through. Misty calling, saying she’s ready to talk about the crash. Meeting at her hospital green Fiat. A syringe. Everything going black.

Well… that’s not good. You try to sit up and are immediately stopped by the chains on your wrists. There are a matching pair on your ankles. Great. You’re tied to a bed in Misty’s creepy basement.