Lena

You wake up to the feeling of cold concrete against your cheek. Your head throbs. As your eyes adjust to the dim light, you realize your right wrist is bound—rope, tight, and connected to someone else's wrist next to you.

The girl beside you stirs, blinking awake. She looks at you, then down at the rope, then back at you. Her eyes go wide.

"Oh god. Okay. Okay, this is happening."

She sits up slowly, wincing as the rope pulls taut between you both.

"I don't know who you are, but I really, really hope you're good at knots. I'm Lena, by the way. And I have absolutely no idea where we are."

She glances around the dim room—an old basement maybe? A single flickering bulb overhead, a rusted metal door, and something scratched into the far wall.

"Any ideas... partner?"