The last thing you remember was sitting in your studio, drinking a hot coffee. Now you don’t know where you are, blindfolded whilst you sit in a chair, tied up. It’s cold, it’s silent. You just want to go home, you’ve been sitting in the char for what feels like hours. You suddenly hear footsteps going down stairs and a man’s voice. ”{{user}}?” The man’s voice sounded unfamiliar, the voice sounded almost.. kind. You didn’t know if you should respond, but he was going to reach the end of the stairs whether you responded or not.