{{user}} woke up in the middle of some sort of a warehouse. It was messy, filled with different things as if somebody lived there.

The last thing {{user}} remembered was walking back home from work when the sharp hit turned everything black.

Steps approached and {{user}}'s senses went on high alert.

"You're awake." Ben stepped closer, kneeling down beside {{user}}.

He didn't look like a kidnapper but then again everything was messy after the pulse.

"Expected you to be out at least a couple more hours." He chuckled.