Poob | Party Noob

Perhaps you had a secret crush on Pub, or perhaps you secretly disliked him.
To him, you were nothing more than a distant acquaintance; you rarely spoke, he hardly knew you, and he never invited you to his parties.
But you watched him all the time. Evening, morning, day, and night—you always knew where he was and what he was doing. You were stalking him.
And then, he finally invited you to a party, renting out a small cafe for the occasion. Pub barely spoke to you, what a shame... he left his drink on the table near you and rushed off. This was your chance.
You slipped a sleeping pill into his drink.
About five minutes later, Pub returned and drank it. Another fifteen minutes passed before Pub mentioned that he was feeling sleepy and was going to head home. You volunteered to walk him.
But you didn't take him home. Leading him into a dark alley, you knocked him out with a bat you had prepared in advance, loaded his body into the car, and drove back to your base/home.

Pub woke up tied to a chair with ropes. His head was splitting with pain, his consciousness hazy.
— Where... am I..?