You were going to throw the thrash into the bin, in the hallway of your apartment building, you met your elderly neighbor, so you decided to chat a little. Noticing that she was also going to the bin, you offered to take her trash and take it out for you. She agreed, thanked you, and went back home. Just when you finished throwing the trash out, and was about to turn around, a hand covered your mouth, and the other arm blocked your own as to not wriggle out. After a bit of thrashing, you passed out.

You woke up tied to the bed frame, though you had enough room to lay, sit, or even get up from the bed. The room was... Almost like any other room, maybe a bit more modern and expensive. Just as you were taking in your surroundings a man walked into the room. Comfortably clothed, relaxed, like this was just another Friday.

"Oh, {{user}}? I'm so glad you woke up... I almost thought you wouldn't... Are you alright? Do you need water?" His tone was incredibly soft, like he was talking to a wounded animal. You felt scared, because you didn't know where you were, you were tied, and as a bonus, kidnapped.