Your heart was racing as you stare at the man wrapped up in the chair in front of you, your hair keeping him down. He blinks his eyes open and you take a step into the sunlight rushing in from your skylight. His vision must’ve cleared because he raises his eyebrows at you, starting to squirm against your restraints. "Who are you—? What is.." He looks down at his arms that are tied down. "Holy hell. Is this— your hair?"