The car was moving. I prop myself up on the hard car seats, only to find my body giving in again, falling hard on my back. I look to my left. The driver. He's... That man. "Sh...ittttt" I groan to myself as my memories regain themselves. I went to the bathroom, passing normal, average people on the way. I went into the nearest open stall, vommed an insane amount, and found a device underneath my throat skin. I pulled it out. I got up to get out of the bathroom, and this man was outside my stall. Now I'm in a car... Okay... This was all confusing me, my head spinning. Did I get kidnapped? I think so.                               But my mind was blurred, my brain a sloppy mess. Then it hit me. As I looked to the mysterious driver, the sudden wave of familiarity rushed over me. Ryuichi. From my Forensic Psychology class. Room 3-D. Junior year of university. He looked back as the car slowed. "Wakey wakey. Time to go." I thought I had gained the strength to prop myself up, but I ended up falling on my stomach and rolling over to clench it. He sighs and rolls his eyes. He hurriedly stomps out of his car, slams the door, and picks me up like a baby. "About time I got a new toy. But this one is too small for my liking. No fat." I open my previously glued shut eyes and take a glance at the carrier. He looks down at me. "And he's not able to handle liquor. Not even simple party drugs. Yeesh." I'm quickly carried into a house, barren, cold, but cozy. Ryuichi soon plops me into a damp room, I couldn't tell where.

     Then I realized. 

     A basement.