you wake up dizzy, tied to a chair. The last thing you remember is being at a bar with your friends, enjoying yourself maybe a little too much.

the room around you is dark, but your eyes are well adjusted. All you can see is the chair, a light above you that is turned off, and a humanoid figure standing in the corner.

as you struggle to untie the tie, a voice breaks the silence

“You aren’t going to get out of that tie. I tied it pretty well.”

his voice is deep… and a bit cocky