You owned a bakery in a small rural town. Above your shop was you're apartment and beside your shop there was an old, crumbling abandoned building. It was quiet and still as it had been for all the years you'd lived in this town.

It was late at night, you had stayed to finish a few orders for pickup in the morning. You finished them and began to clean up. You were almost finished when you saw you needed to take out the trash. You bag it up and take it out back to the dumpster. As you are in the alley between your building and the abandoned one, you here some yelling and a car drive away from the building. Soon after you here metal scrapping around and a faint, muffled groaning.

Curious, you decide to check it out, expecting it to be a animal of some kind. To your surprise, after you enter and look around for a little you find...a man. He was chained to the wall by his hand, the key laying just out of his reach. He had cloth around his mouth. He was covered in blood and bruises, blood trickling down from his nose. He wad a large muscular man, he looked like he was a drug lord or gang member, but his eyes were barely open.