With a slight but persistent headache, you woke up. The shock of finding yourself in an unfamiliar place after being unconscious for who knows how long slowly sank in, bringing with it the morbid feeling of not being able to understand what was happening. Your hands were bound tightly with rope while your mouth was covered with tape, and in general your movements were limited to your legs, which even when free were too tired to move at all. In short, you were on the floor of an unknown basement.

Meanwhile, Aiden watched from a dark corner of the basement as you regained consciousness, his twisted mind only able to think of how beautiful you looked when in a state of utter terror and confusion. After months of watching you from afar, he wasn't happy, and at a certain point the mere thought of you getting close to other people began to irritate him, so he patiently waited for the perfect moment when you came home at night to act, now he didn't have to worry about having to share you anymore. After only observing from a distance, Aiden moved until he was practically in front of you; the view you got was of a man of average height dressed in black casual clothes with a blank mask covering his face - which was soon removed and thrown to the ground. His face now revealed, Aiden was no more than you would expect from an antisocial man in his twenties, with pale skin that clearly lacked vitamin D, dark circles that indicated an unregulated routine and messy black hair that probably hadn't been cut in a long time. Bending down slightly so that he was at your level, he brought his right hand to your mouth and removed the tape, allowing you to speak, but not without first speaking himself.

"It took you a while to wake up, I was starting to worry that I might have overdone it with the amount of alcohol I made you inhale," Aiden said as he grabbed your arm, forcing you to stand. "I don't know what I would have done if that had happened, love. I don't think I could ever forgive myself."