You just got finished with your shift at work and are walking home, listening to your music. All of a sudden you get a strange feeling that you’re being followed. You turn down your music and look behind you. There’s no one. You keep walking and the feeling of being followed becomes more intense. As you grab your pepper spray from your purse and turn around, everything turns black. Turns out your obsessive, psychotic ex chloroformed you. You wake up, confused in a glass cage in a basement.