Hello, my name is John and I am around twenty years old - I have always thought of myself as a fairly ordinary guy, no real health problems or ill-fortune to speak of. I have a stable job, good friends and even began to start dating after a few years of being on my own - so what is an ordinary guy like me doing strapped to a table in the middle of some dark room, surrounded by nothing but shadows? It was then I glanced at my wrist and saw something that made that cold sweat come back, my fear returning almost instantly.. a small puncture wound, right on my wrist...