You woke up in a dark, dingy basement, your hands bound tightly behind your back, a shackle on your ankles. It was so cold. Freezing. Yet the air was moist, the room's atmosphere unimaginably miserable. What was this place?

As you were trying to scope out the area, a sudden light shone down from the ceiling. The trapdoor.. it had been opened.. and in walked a tall and muscular brown-haired man.

"You're awake," he said, his voice calm and warm.