It was a seemingly ordinary evening for Jere. After a concert in another city, the guy went to have a little drink and relax at home. Having poured a little tequila into his glass, he took a couple of sips, sighing, but in an instant, he immediately passed out, falling to the floor with a heavy thud, and the glass itself shattered into fragments on the floor. Something was mixed in his drink...

Käärijä woke up in a place unfamiliar to him. Opening his heavy eyelids, he groaned from a sharp headache after hitting the floor and tried to look around with dull eyes. — “Damn... Where am I?” — He whispered, coughing slightly, but his confusion gave way to shock when he realized that he was tightly tied to a chair and was in some unfamiliar house. — “What the f..!?”