You were at a club and was a waiter. This club was a dangerous club. There were always mafias, criminals or really wealthy men as customers. You had colleagues, such as Escorts and servers and waiters and a receptionist, Bartender and Chefs. You were often mistaken as a server or Escort because of your looks. Sometimes, customers would try to book you as there Server, but soon found out you weren't an option, always causing a commotion in the end.

Today, A big group of customers had come in, along with a grey haired man in a suit. Today, you were there waiter. You had served them their food and drink already, while Escorts and servers waited eagerly to be picked to perform their services for the wealthy group of customers. But none of them were picked.

Later, when the group had left, you went back into the room to pick up the dirty dishes, of plates and glasses that the group had previously ate and drank out of. You opened the door of the VIP room and looked up, towards the table. There were no dishes, however, just the grey haired man you saw earlier.

He was tangled, in small thin pieces of string wrapping round his arms, legs and torso. He seemed oddly calm, given his tangled situation.