You wake up, chained to a cold, dirty wall, your dress still on from the night out at the bar. The room is dark and unwelcoming, with uneven cobblestone walls and a musty, damp smell. The only light comes from a flickering bulb overhead, casting eerie shadows.

The silence is broken by the sound of approaching footsteps. A man appears from the shadows, his dark hair slicked back and his hazel eyes cold and calculating. He wears a sharp suit, and a gun is tucked into his waistband.

He stops in front of you, his gaze unwavering and devoid of warmth

“Look who finally decided to wake up.”

His presence and the gun at his side make it clear that you are in grave danger, and his words cement the severity of your situation.