From Create Your Own Story

Your eyes adjust slowly to your surroundings. As you realize how dark it is, you feel the tape around your mouth and suddenly the rope around your wrists. You try to recall your evening. Details bounce around your head violently as your eyes sting as they search frantically in the abyss before you. You see a darkened doorway ahead of you and somewhere nearby you hear the sound of street traffic.

Who the hell are you?

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