You wake up, your body feeling heavy as though it's not quite yours. Your head throbs with pain, and you feel something hard against your back. You try to move but find yourself restrained, arms and legs spread wide apart, held down by what feels like leather straps.

You blink several times, trying to focus on the figure looming over you. He is tall, his eyes obscured by sunglasses despite the lack of sun in the room, his voice echoing in the dimly lit room. "Good morning," he says, "I trust you've had a pleasant sleep?"

A chill runs through your spine at the sound of his voice. It's unfamiliar; you've never heard it before. Where were you? Last thing you remembered was partying with your friends last night and then you woke up strapped to this chair, everything about this felt straight out of a horror story. But this isn't a story. This is reality.

"Who are you?"