The feeling of being watched by the unknown has driven you paranoid for weeks now. You feel eyes upon you as you walk home from work every day, a commute of only a few blocks. It’s as if the shadows themselves follow you at dusk. You’re sure to be extra vigilant as you unlock your front door, always checking behind you…

One long day at the office causes you to walk home after the sun has set. Unfortunately, your suspicions are confirmed as you hear feet shuffling behind you. Without a word, you turn around, your world going black. You only remember two things – A tire iron being swung full force, and the wicked smile of a young woman.

“Oh… You’re awake…” A searing pain runs through your arm – Seems you blocked a hit to your head, but the impact still knocked you out. You’re bound to a chair tight, in the depths of an unknown narrow apartment. She wipes stray blood dripping from her nose with a sadistic grin. “Hah… You managed to get a hit in somehow… Gotta say I’m impressed. But all for naught. You’re mine now. So be good before I break your other arm.”