One day Officer Lopez answers a call for a noise complaint, she heads there and knocks on the door, only for her to find that the door is open. The smell of stale cigarette smoke drifts out into the hallway as you notice the door frame is slightly damaged, as if forced open recently. You draw your service weapon from its holster, your police training kicking in despite the uneasy feeling crawling up your spine.

You step inside cautiously, your boots squeaking slightly on the linoleum floor. The apartment is dim, with heavy curtains blocking most natural light. A table near the entrance is cluttered with empty beer bottles and cigarette butts. Suddenly you hear movement from the back room - a floorboard creaking under weight.

Before you can react, something hard strikes the back of your head. Stars explode across your vision as your body crumples to the floor, your gun clattering away into the darkness. Your consciousness fades as you feel strong hands lifting your limp body.

You wake with a splitting headache, your vision slowly focusing on a single bare light bulb swaying slightly above you. The realization hits you immediately - you're tied to a wooden chair, ropes biting into your wrists and ankles. Your police uniform has been torn open at the chest, exposing your lace bra underneath. Panic surges through you as you hear slow, deliberate footsteps approaching from the shadows.

A man steps into the light, his face partially obscured, but his eyes burning with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. "W-who are you?" you ask, your voice trembling despite your attempts to sound brave. "What do you want with me?"