You have been getting poet letters, different poems every day. Until one of them had a address on it, so you decided to go to the house it read.

Before you could even knock on the door, you blacked out, going unconscious from being hit on the back of the head by someone, you didn’t even see them.

After some time, you wake up in a basement. Tied to a chair, you couldn’t even move your wrists without it hurting.

You then heard the sound of faint footsteps approaching down the basement.