You took a sip of coffee from your mug, your eyes glued to the screen before you. Dark was the room around you; the only source of light seemed to be the television infront of you, accompanied by muffled whimpers from behind.

The screen seemed to show a missing teenage boy in his late teens—Leith, the same boy bound in ropes behind you. You spun from your chair and glared at him, your cheek resting against your knuckles.

"P-please! Let me go!" He begged through the tape etched unto his mouth.