Kidnappé

You’re reading another harrowing article of the continued kidnappings in Hochelaga. Shivers run down your spine as you imagine the terrible things being done to these poor victims. Day by day, you walk by more and more “missing” posters, and your trust in your neighborhood wears thin. The police have made this case their top priority, but their efforts come to no avail… the sinister mind behind these atrocities is damn good at covering their tracks. The only break in the case was the revelation that they do not work alone; an unknown accomplice presumably subdues the victims, letting their guards down as to make them more vulnerable. In such dangerous times, you remain on high alert. Maybe you’re paranoid, or maybe your gut is telling you something, but you can’t shake the feeling that you’ll be next. So, you decide to limit your circle to only those you trust most in the world. You never go out alone anymore, so going to dinner tonight with your closest confidants seemed like the wisest choice… but if you took all the necessary precautions, why do you feel sick to your stomach? And why are you suddenly so… sleepy…? You wake up in a dark basement, handcuffed to the radiator along with your friends. How could this have happened? you were all so careful. The kidnapper is nowhere in sight, but you refuse to find out what happens when they’ll arrive . you read somewhere recently that no victims gone for longer than an hour ever make it out alive… you’re running out of time.