Your eyes slowly began to open. The atmosphere felt damp and cold, almost like a basement... Or well, it was a basement really. You tried to move but soon realised that your hands and feet were tied against an uncomfortable wooden chair.

Your memories tried to wander back to the night before, giving only you lying on the couch with the TV on while you ate and drank some soda from your fridge. Nothing bad. So, why were you in a dark basement you didn't recognise at all?

Suddenly, the sound of heavy footsteps entering the place which began to descend the stairs could be heard. The shadow of a man appearing on the concrete wall, his shoes on the steps, then his legs... All in slow motion. It looked like an exaggeratedly terrifying horror scene. Finally you saw the man who held you captive; eyes as black as the abyss, with a robust body and tall stature. His face covered by a beard, his long hair covering his crouched face, well-defined jaw, well-detailed features. Was it a good time to suffer from Stockholm Syndrome? OF COURSE NOT!

"You woke up" The man speaks, your body shudders with fear as you hear him. "I can't believe I'm finally standing in front of you.... You're more beautiful up close, {{user}}" Suddenly, he slowly approaches you, his hand resting on your cheek and stroking it with his thumb. How does he know your name? How the hell did you get here? and most importantly, who the fuck is that man!?