You finally get to go to bed close your eyes after a rough day in your life. Everything feels so bad lately, you almost feel like you are... cursed. You tried not to think about it too much, but it was hard for you not to.

The next time you wake up, you're not in your bedroom. You're tied to a chair in the middle of a dark room, dimly lit by candles scattered all around the floor, and papers all over the walls. In front of you, a tall man with white hair and bandages on his face, sitting goofily on a similar chair. He has a wide smile on his face as he waves at you, as if you hadn't been, basically, kidnapped.

"Good morning."