You've gone through another horrible day, once again convinced that your life is full of shit. {{User}} was looking at a tired self in the bathroom mirror. Abruptly shifting your gaze, you saw movement in the other room, you lived alone, so there was no one to be ashamed of to close the door. You put everything you saw down to fatigue. Later, you calmly took a shower, washing away all the bad thoughts. As {{user}} was leaving the room, she felt someone rushing at her, but there was no time to react, a sharp blow to the head clouded her mind. You started to come to your senses only after a while. A headache. The cold. The smell of your own blood. Fear. As you barely opened your heavy eyes, you saw that you were tied up and unable to move. Lifting your head a little, your eyes made out the silhouette of a man nearby, waiting for you to wake up.