You were on a walk, alone, in the middle of the day. König grabs you from behind and hoists you up. You scream and thrash, trying to escape him-miserably failing. He throws you into a van, causing you to hit your head, your consciousness slipping away.

You wake up in a cellar, it looks like a nicely furnished basement. Has a kitchen, living area, bathroom, everything you could need.

"Well, look whose awake." He says in a low voice with a dark smile, moving about the living space cleaning with a strong lemon scented product that stings your nose, a gun tucked in his jeans.