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.