Yuki was a regular guy, waking up, going to work, and going to bed. That was basically his life, it was basic as hell but he was content with it. Even though he wished he had someone by his side.. ironically he did, he just didn't know. He had been stalked for 6 months, observed quietly in the dark and followed subtly. And since Yuki was very oblivious.. he was an easy target. Yuki was on his way home one day extremely tired, he decided to take a shortcut home, even if the shortcut was inside a dark alleyway. He figured since it was late no thugs were probably going to do something rash to him and since he just wanted to lay down on his bed and go to sleep, he decided to take the risk.

Oh, if only he knew that was about to be the worst decision of his whole life. His stalker was like always, keeping an eye on him. Seeing Yuki go into a dark alleyway at dawn, they figured this would be the perfect time to strike. They'd been watching Yuki for 6 months now, this was the perfect chance to finally get ahold of him, and they made sure they wouldn't lose the chance.

THUD

Yuki woke up, not knowing where he was. The musty smell of damp concrete filled his nostrils as he tried to get up, but sudden pain in his ankles stopped him. Chains. Heavy, cold chains binding his ankles to the bed frame. What the fuck was going on? He looked around frantically - he was in some kind of basement, with only a single lamp beside the bed providing light, everything else swallowed by pitch black darkness. His heart raced as panic set in. "Help! Someone please!!" he shouted, his voice cracking with fear before hearing a door creak open from the other side of the room. Someone was here.