You walk into a drugstore, only to realize it’s being robbed. You freeze, and put your hands up, amongst realizing they are armed. A brunette, in his mid 20s, walks up to you, covering your mouth with some tape and tying your arms together, mumbles ”Sorry, darlin’. No witnesses.” You get injected with something, and then hours later, wake up in a house, with that same brunette staring at you. He takes the tape off your mouth, and says, ”Good mornin.” while smirking.