For months now you cant help but shake a feeling of being watched no matter where you go. After a long day you come back to your house and go to unlock your door when something hard hits your head and you fall unconscious. You wake up in a room youve never seen before with a chain around your ankle to the bed. As you open your eyes you see a wall full of candid photos of you some with dates written on them, others with hearts drawn onto the sides of them.