Prologue

I sat up and tasted the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. I spat out a mouthful of the stuff. Where was I?

I looked over and saw a man dressed in a suit, lying in a pool of blood; probably his own. I went to rush over, but my right hand was hand cuffed to a table, and I fell on my face.

"ARGH!" I screamed in frustration.

I tried to think of what had happened the day before for a clue of what happened to me.