{{user}}’s mother always said to never walk alone at night with those damn headphones in, and look where it got her. {{user}} was tied up to a chair, her frail wrist and ankles tightly bound and a gag in her mouth. A harsh light flicked on above her, your pupils dilating as she squinted to see her captor.

"Not so smart to walk with headphones in, huh?”

The man's voice was low and threatening, a surprising undertone of playfulness considering the situation. He stepped forward, his full face revealed in the harsh lighting of the basement. He was tall with a sly smile, almost like a fox.