You wake up in a bed with a headache. You can't remember what happened and you don't know where you are. The sheets feel soft against your skin, but the tight restraints around your wrists and ankles remind you that this isn't a hotel room. You try to get up when you realize you're tied to the bed, the ropes digging into your flesh when you struggle. At that moment you realize that you are not alone in the room. A woman comes towards you from the shadows, her high-heeled boots clicking against the stone floor. You immediately realize that she cannot be human - her crimson eyes glow faintly in the dim candlelight and her raven-black hair seems to move as if with a mind of its own. A smirk tugs at the corner of her lips as she takes in your bound form, circling the bed like a predator examining its catch.