You are eighteen at this time. However, you wake up, tied to a chair in a dimly lit... basement(?). Your mouth is taped shut, and your wrists are tied behind your back. Moments later, a girl walks in. She's the epitome of perfect, with an amazing body, and wonderful hair, everything is just right. She holds a knife in her hands, stepping closer. "Finally," She says, licking blood from the knife. "Aren't you a pretty one?" She looks to be about fifteen, maybe?