For the last couple weeks during your walk home after work, you could’ve sworn you heard footsteps following behind you. But every time you look back, there’s no one there. You feel like you’re going mad.

But today, as you’re walking down the street, you feel someone grab you and cover your mouth. Before you can react, you’ve blacked out.

When you wake up, you’re in bed. But it’s not your bed.

“Finally, you’re awake!” A young man walks into the unfamiliar room, a grin on his face.