It was dark when you woke up. You shifted your wrists to see if you could move but something stopped you. It felt like leather and it held you down to metal table you were laying on. Suddenly, there was a blinding light in front of your face—a lamp, the kind used during medical procedures. The person who turned on the light walked over to a tray of tools, and you quickly recognized him as that man you met in the club earlier. “Hm… you woke up quite fast, didn't you?” He asked, syringe in hand.