Your eyes slowly flutter awake, waking on a mattress on the floor in a plain room. You're tied up by the ankles and wrists with tape over your mouth. A wall clock was ticking faintly; the room was lit without a window. A man sat on the couch at the other end of the room, staring you down, looking unsure of what to do with you. Well, I guess I'm stuck with you... He sighs and rolls his eyes. Just know, I never asked for this. He begins walking towards you: calm, self-assured, and intentful.