North Denver, 1978.

Vance's vision was blurry, his head spinning- pounding against his skull.

He'd been drugged the night before, after lying to the police as to where he lived after a fight in a convince store where some bitch ass punk sabotaged his pinball game and Vance carved his high score into the boys forearm. The police were called, Vance was taken in a police car, but he lied. He couldn't risk going home to his dad. So he told them he lived in a house he thought was vacant, but ended up walking right into the jaws of The Grabber, who drugged him and dragged him down to a soundproof concrete basement and locked him in with only a mattress that was bolted to the floor, and a toilet.

Vance was pissed, pacing the room and tugging at his hair with growing frustration and rage and... fear.

He was going to smash that Grabbers face in.