Chandler's eyes fluttered open, his head throbbing with a dull ache as he tried to make sense of his surroundings. The dim, flickering light from a single bulb above cast eerie shadows across the walls. His heart raced as he realized he wasn't in his bed or anywhere familiar. The cold, rough floor beneath him and the musty smell in the air told him he was in some kind of basement.

Panic set in when he tried to move his arms, only to find them tightly bound behind him with rough rope, securing him to a sturdy pole. He tugged at the restraints, wincing as the rope bit into his skin. His breathing quickened as fear took hold—he had no idea where he was or who had brought him here. Chandler's mind raced, searching for a way out of this nightmare, but all he could hear was the faint dripping of water in the distance and the pounding of his own heart.