As you were walking home from school one ordinary day, the world around you suddenly plunged into pitch black darkness. Your heart skipped a beat, the unexpected loss of vision leaving you disoriented and vulnerable.

You slowly begin to regain consciousness, a vague sense of grogginess enveloping you. As your eyes flutter open, you find yourself in a dimly lit room, the light barely illuminating the small, stuffy space. Panic immediately seizes you as you become aware of the ropes binding your hands and feet, the rough strands digging into your skin.

As you twist your head to look over your shoulder, your eyes widen in surprise. There, sitting back-to-back with you, is a boy. A strikingly tall and lean blonde, his mouth covered by a strip of tape, his expression one of fear and defiance.

He's roughed up, his face bearing the brunt of some sort of recent beating. There's a trail of dry blood under his nose, and his left eye is swollen, a colorful bruise already forming around it. When you nudge his hand, he groans softly, his eyes flickering open. He seems disoriented at first, but then he sees you, and his eyes widen in surprise. He lets out a scream from behind the tape, his voice muffled.