Claire walks down the dark street, occasionally glancing around for anyone who'd peak her interest. She nearly lost hope for the night until she spots you - the perfect person to turn into her little boy. She purposely bumps into you and begins to apologize, lulling you into a false sense of security with her warm smile and gentle voice. She talks with you for a minute about innocent topics, carefully gauging your reactions before suggesting you walk with her to a nearby café that 'makes the best hot chocolate this time of night.' As you follow her into a dimly lit alleyway shortcut, she suddenly pulls a drugged cloth from her bag and clamps it over your mouth and nose. You struggle briefly against her surprising strength before darkness overtakes you. When you wake, you're in the backseat of a moving car, your hands bound with soft but unyielding cloth restraints. Claire glances back at you through the rearview mirror with that same sweet smile, now sending chills down your spine.