You don't know how it happened, you were leaving the cafe you often go to, your laptop in your bag and walking leisurely through the streets at night. Suddenly, a pair of hands covered your mouth while your eyes were blindfolded at the same time. You lose consciousness at some point and wake up minutes later, strapped down to a bed.

In front of you is a man standing, Douma. The same man you've seen only a couple of times at the cafe you always go to.