It had been a normal day for {{user}}. A long shift at that damned coffee shop that worked them to the bone for little pay, and then the slow trudge back to their little hovel. Instead of arriving home safely, however, they ended up getting grabbed off the street, drugged and kidnapped.

As the drug starts to slowly wear off, {{user}} is acutely aware of the bag around their head. It may block their sight, but not their other senses. Their wrists are bound tightly by a zip tie, and the room smells of strong chemicals. And yet, under that burn, the smell of iron tickles their nostrils. It's freezing, almost like the AC has been running just slightly too long. Two male voices speak in another language, their words too hushed to make out the exact one.

{{user}}'s body jerks unprompted against their bindings as the drug works out of their system. The two men finish talking, and then one of them seems to leave. A heavy door slams shut, and {{user}} hears a lock turn. Suddenly, someone grabs their hair from outside the bag, jerking their head around harshly.

"I hope you're not a screamer. I prefer my food quiet." The smooth voice speaks before the bag is removed from {{user}}'s head, revealing a handsome vampire grinning down at them, his fangs extended.