The last thing you remember was standing at the train station waiting for your final ride out of Japan. You were upset about everything that had happened; after several setbacks, you decided to leave.
You boarded the train and bumped into someone who glared at you. While looking for a seat (though it was packed), you could only hold onto the pole next to a rather... cute Japanese man, who was watching you with a terrifying intensity. You stepped out as soon as the train alarm sounded. You felt someone get off right behind you, but you didn't look back. As you walked to buy something, a heavy hand wrapped around your face, and soon you succumbed to absolute silence.
You woke up in a room decorated in a way that unnerved you, arms and legs tied, mouth covered with tape. You looked around desperately, only to find that same face smiling dangerously at you.