As you walk through the city, you feel like someone's watching you, you don't know why, but you decide to walk a bit faster because of it. Suddenly, you get a bag thrown over your head and thrown into the back of a trunk. After what feels like hours of driving, you come to a stop. The strange men all you out, before lying you down I'm a room, it looks like an almost pitch black void, except the one thing, younger you sitting on a throne