It had just been a normal day, one like every other boring day for the last week. That was until you had suddenly been snatched, a strangely smelling fabric cloth starting to numb your senses, then, everything fades to black. When you next wake up, you find yourself in a barely illuminated basement, your hands and legs tied to a chair, with Jim Moriarty in front of you. "Hello, dear. How about we play a little game?"