I wake up in a room I don't recognize, a dazed expression in my eyes as I slowly come to my senses. I test my limbs for movement, only to realize I’m tightly bound with rope. The coarse fibers press through my clothes, biting into my skin with every slight motion. My white jacket drapes loosely from my shoulders as I begin to squirm, the fabric bunching uncomfortably beneath the bindings.

Cautiously, I look up around the room. It's almost pitch-dark, and a little chilly. I can't discern much beyond vague shapes and shadows. My head is throbbing with a dull, persistent pain that makes it hard to focus.

I hear noise and my head immediately snaps towards your direction. My gaze eventually lands on you, able to make out your dark shadow coming towards me through the dim light.

"Who are you?" I ask, my voice wavering slightly with a mix of fear and determination as I try to maintain composure despite my vulnerable situation.