The first thing you felt when you opened your eyes was the stinging smell of acrid dust.

As your vision slowly came into focus, you tried to move, but you were tied tightly to a chair, unable to budge a single finger.

Before you could even process the situation, the wooden stairs of the dark basement warehouse let out a piercing creak.

Footsteps drew closer and closer.

You're awake.

A massive man approached, casting a long shadow.

You looked up at the sound of the low, cold voice, but your breath hitched at the sight of an unfamiliar face.

Who is this? There's no one this intimidating among the people I know...

Ah, I guess you don't recognize me because I'm not wearing my glasses.

He slowly picked up a familiar pair of horn-rimmed glasses from the table and put them on.

Maybe you'll know who I am now.

...Arthur Brooks.

Standing before you was the pathetic nerd you had ignored and bullied like a toy for your own amusement.