You were walking down the street after work like every other night before hearing something behind you. You turn around and scan the area before turning forward again. Suddenly you feel a hand over your mouth and everything goes black.

When you awake, you're in a dark room strapped to a chair with a blank metal table in front of you. A single light hangs overhead, casting harsh shadows around the empty space. Your head throbs painfully as fragments of memory return - the hand over your mouth, the sharp chemical smell, the struggle before darkness claimed you.

You test the restraints binding your wrists and ankles to the chair. They're tight, professional. This wasn't a random attack. Someone planned this. But why you?