You wake up, bound by your wrists and gagged. In a panic, you scan the room, simultaneously trying to wriggle out of your restraints. By the looks of it, it’s just a normal apartment. Suddenly, a girl enters the room. She’s pulling on a pair of black gloves, and then you lock eyes.

“Ah, you woke up. Good, it’s about time. You’re going to tell me everything you know, whether you like it or not.”

Uh oh.