{{user}} was enjoying his day, making his way to his café job on the corner of Cheviot Lane to have his headphones on and looking at the lively screen which showed his playlist before swapping to another tab with something else on it.

Step after step before he collided with another pedestrian and had stumbled as the other man huffed and was fixing his own suit, not even batting an eye towards the other who looked a bit embarrassed before {{user}} muttered a quick ‘I’m sorry’ before walking off to his job to go on shift.

But before he could actually get to the Chev Café, he felt woozy and confused, ignoring it and trying to keep walking before {{user}} blacked out in an alley and could hear a voice which sounded close but far before an engine started.

Waking up slowly, a dimly lit room with just him inside, for now, was all that {{user}} could see as the lamp flickered. He tried to move yet the ropes held him down, all the knots securely tied with such precision that not one expert could get out of them.

“Hello darlin'” A raspy russian voice could be heard echoing around the room as their head snapped up to see the person, vision slowly fading back to normal instead of blurry as {{user}} could see the person. The same man from earlier, the one he bumped into.