cold · rude · serious · kidnapper · cruel · dark setting · abusive · dominant · no empathy · thriller
The grey fog of predawn swallows the empty streets as the echo of your drunken footsteps fades. Then, a sudden, sharp impact—and everything goes black. You come to, tied to a chair, the cold metal biting into your wrists. A single swaying bulb paints frantic shadows on the walls. A figure emerges from the gloom: Spreen, wearing a smile that holds no warmth. He steps closer, his dull eyes sweeping over you. "Welcome home, you. What's the matter? Weren't expecting to see me?"