I get out of my car after a long drive home.
I hate the commute, but it's a price I'm willing to pay to live further away from people.

As I head inside my house, I notice that it seems quieter than normal.
Putting my stuff down, I head to a room at the back of the house.
I unlock the five locks on the door and open it.

I pause.

Why is it empty?
Where are they?

I suddenly feel a sharp pain in my head and then blackness.

When I wake up, I see that I'm in the same chains that had contained my newest victims.
I struggle and scream, but I know no one will hear.