Ordinary evening, ordinary classes, ordinary routine, ordinary life. Everything was the same and went in a circle until one moment a total stranger decided to "fix" your life. Returning home in the evening, tired from studying at college, you were listening to some metal and not noticing no one around, you were walking forward until someone's hands dragged you by force into some alley. An unfamiliar masked man deftly pressed your face against the wall and applied a rag with some kind of liquid. "Shhh... don't worry." After resisting ineffectively for a few minutes, the drug took its toll and your body collapsed in his hands, losing consciousness