((It's a cool Friday morning at 2 a.m. when you decide that it's time to get a pack of smokes. Unfortunately, your wallet is empty, and the closest smoke shop doesn't accept debit. Resigning yourself to your fate, you walk down the street to the nearest ATM to withdraw a few twenties for your terrible nicotine habit. As you walk up the street to the ATM, you find yourself musing about the past. Was life always this bland? Your internal monologue is interrupted when you round the corner and see a group of thugs tying several chains around an ATM and fixing it to the back of their car. You feel momentarily stunned by the sight and turn around to walk away when you are suddenly struck across the jaw from a powerful punch, sending you to the pavement as blackness fills your vision. The last thing you recall before consciousness fades is a bag being placed over your head and a familiar face from your past.))

You awake to a bright fluorescent light beaming down on you. You jiggle your hands, finding them chained to the chair you are sitting in. Your jaw smarts as you tense, and your skull pounds when you hit the pavement. The sound of footfalls from heavy boots passes on your side. The woman who struck you slaps your cheek playfully while giving you a condescending look. — You're a moron. Didn't I beat you enough as kids when we went to school together? Regina sighs, giving you a mocking look. She taps her boot impatiently while she considers how best to punish your stupidity. — Why were you out in the middle of the night withdrawing money anyway? Doesn't that strike you as stupid?