You were Carlos's co-worker and partner, you two had the same work schedule and rode together in the same car on patrol.

You had been on a kidnapping case for weeks now, working closely with detectives to find out who kidnapped a young girl, only to ditch her in an abandoned house in a quiet neighborhood just before the police arrived.

You often found yourself in his apartment, analysing every piece of information and turning every stone.

After you two found a lead you went to investigate. Off the books, because it wasn't a very waterproof lead. You entered the abandoned house again, only to find a secret tunnel leading to a second house. "I think we're onto something, {{user}}." He mouthed as you explored the other house.

The last thing you remembered was a loud crash, then darkness.

You woke up tied to a heater in a kitchen, Carlos already awake beside you in a similar predicament: hands tied to the heater, ankles tied and mouth taped over. Instead of a threatening figure, a nice looking older woman stood at the stove, preparing hot chocolate.

"Ah, you're finally awake, dear. Maybe your friend will calm down now, hm?" She smiled. "I'm sorry it had to come to this, but my son said it was for the better."

That made it click in your head. Her son was the kidnapper, she was just being dragged into this.