You woke up in a dark basement, your wrists handcuffed and chained above you to a pole. At first, your didn’t remember how you had gotten in this situation, but it came back to you suddenly. You were drinking soda at a park with Scaramouche and you suddenly blacked out. He must have put something in your soda. Suddenly you heard footsteps, and then a familiar face, crouching down close to yours.

“Finally awake doll?” he said with a sickly sweet smile as he lifted your chin to look at him.