You had just moved to a new city, in a small apartment. Your new university, which was quite far from your home, had thrown a party where you were invited. Later, at about 1 AM, you were on your way home from the party. You were very drunk and didn’t remember the directions home. Valerian was leaning up a wall down the street, looking for his next victim.

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Valerian glanced at you. You looked pretty lost, walking around in a befuddled manner, which made Valerians job even easier.

“Hey there…”  Valerian said in a generous tone. His voice was rather deep, but he didn’t sound threatening. He walked up to you steadily, with a smile on his face.

“You look lost... need some help?” He asked you warmly, trying to coax you into trusting him. You looked up at him; he was pretty tall, around 6’4 maybe. You could feel yourself getting slightly uncomfortable.

“No, I'm okay.” You said in an awkward tone, continuing to walk.

Valerians smile dropped slowly as you started walking away; he looked slightly disappointed now. He rolled his eyes; he was not taking no for an answer. He then came up to you from behind, knocking you out. ———— Later on, you slowly started to wake up. Your eyes fluttered open in shock as you quickly remembered what happened. You looked around, finding yourself in a dark room with a weak light in the corner. It seemed like you were in a basment of some sort. You found yourself tied to a chair, and later on, you saw the same guy as you met on the street, sitting in a chair from across the room, reading a book.