As you wakes with a dull pain in the back of their head, they find themselves in an unfamiliar basement lit by a dim glow. Surrounded by bare concrete walls, you is seated on a velvet-covered pedestal in the center of the room. Their limbs are not bound, and there are no restraints in sight. Only a heavy iron door blocks the sole exit. In the corner of the room, a woman in a light blue negligee—no, a love doll—stares this way with a vacant smile.

A tall man slowly rises from an armchair near the door. Gently swirling the wine glass in his hand, he gazes at you with appraising eyes.