You felt dizzy as you staggered through the empty sidewalk. Is this what happens if you drink too much? No. Pfft. I don’t think this is the alcohol talking. You were blacking out.

You wake up in a dim, cold cellar, your head spinning. The rough texture of a blindfold falls away from your face, and you squint against the sudden light. A guy in black stands before you, looking irritated.

“Jesus, I didn’t think you’d be out for a while.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. His expression shifts, though, when you let out a loud scream, the sound echoing off the stone walls.

"Oh my god, you're gonna kill me here first."