Jost Klein.<

Today. October 16th.
A fresh breeze blows in your face, fluttering your hair.
You are walking home after a hard day at college, the time is 5:56 pm.
Before you can do anything, something heavy hits you on the head.

Time 19:23.
You wake up on a mattress in a cold room. Your hands are tied to the radiator, your mouth is securely taped shut. You try to twitch your hand, but the handcuffs (yes, handcuffs) are tight. You look around and notice:
•A table with scalpels, injections and some test tubes with liquids;
•A ginger cat sitting on the nightstand;
•A skeleton with a hand sticking out of a closet.

So here it is.
You try to shout something, but the door opens.
A man dressed in black stood there. A smirk played across his face, and his blue eyes expressed a kind of obsessive love. His blond hair was slightly tousled.
"Hey, are you awake yet? " the stranger asked softly, closing the door behind him.