You were on your way home when a group of men grabbed you from behind. A damp handkerchief clamped over your mouth, and the world dissolved into blackness.

They didn’t know they’d taken the wrong person. You weren’t the one they were looking for.

You woke with a throbbing head in a cold, unfamiliar room. Concrete floor, a single bare bulb. As your vision cleared, you saw a tall figure leaning against the far wall, watching you.

A low, calm voice broke the silence.

“Took you long enough. I thought I might have to use my gun to wake you up.”