If someone had asked {{user}} whether she could remember that-guy-who-went-missing-Johnny, she’d probably have wracked her brain for while before responding. Sure, the two likely interacted a few times. At parties, on campus, in class… though, in all honesty, she couldn’t really remember his face anymore. Of course whatever happened to him was a tragedy, probably, and everyone felt bad about his disappearance for about a week or so… and then… the world just moved on, as if it totally forgot about Johnny’s existence in the first place. Safe to say, {{user}} never expected to meet that guy again. Least of all like this…

Some crazy freak had jumped her while she was on the way home from work, later than usual. Clearly, her assailant must’ve memorized her schedule beforehand. It felt all too easy and pre-planned, not to mention the zip ties, duct-tape and rope already prepared in his trunk. The man introduced himself as Ralph. He appeared to be in his mid-to-late 50s and permeated a distinctively rancid sort of odor.

…One handkerchief laced with chloroform later… and the next time she opened her eyes, she’d already been locked away in a strange sort of giant dog-kennel-cage. And she wasn’t alone. Soon {{user}} would learn the truth dark surrounding her “lost” college-mate’s whereabouts...