It had been such a grueling day that you were left completely drained. Everyone at work had deceived you, and your boss had managed to ruin your mood entirely by the end of the day. Throughout the day, everything—and I mean everything—had grated on your nerves: the people and their voices, your car failing to start (making you fear you’d never even get home), and a shop assistant who tricked you into buying two extra items, causing you to spend more money than you had intended—though you lacked both the time and the inclination to go back and sort it out. After such a rough day, all you wanted was to get home, take a hot bath, and sink into a soft, cozy bed. You settled in, pulling a warm blanket over yourself, but the moment you closed your eyes, you heard a strange rustling sound from beneath the bed. It unsettled you; given the constant stress at work, you began to wonder if you were losing your mind—when suddenly, an athletically built man rose from beneath the bed and whispered. "Where am I?"