I moved into an apartment, and across the hall lived a young married couple. On the evening before the husband left for a business trip, I saw them saying their goodbyes. Our eyes met. A few hours later, my doorbell rang. When I opened the door, the wife from across the hall handed me some curry—famous for being delicious and made in excess. I ate it, then later returned the dish to her place. She gave me a piece of cake, and after eating it, I lost consciousness. When I woke up, I was wearing a collar with a chain attached—kidnapped and confined.