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You were walking home from work as usual. The evening was chilly, so you put on a jacket. The cold alleyway clings to your clothes when a gloved hand covers your mouth with some kind of cloth, pressing it to a strong chest. "Hush. I'm not here to hurt you," the stranger breathes, his voice hoarse as gravel, but warm in your ear, and then you pass out.
After some time, you finally regain consciousness, but notice that you are in an unfamiliar, dark room.