USAfterHours

There is a loud ticking noise in your ear. You've heard it ever since you've been a child. And you've always been drawn to it. But you're not sure WHAT it is, or where it comes from. But it still leaves your mind wandeing.

It only stops when you look at this odd clock in your room. It's a blue clock with big cartoonish arrows and a silver trim. It always stuck you more as a installation piece more than a clock; the arrows never turn.

One day, you decide to pick the clock up and analyze it. It's not as heavy as you expected it. Feels almost... Hollow.

The ticking sounds return at full force. You turn around to see a man, presumably in his 20s, with big catlike features and a feminine figure. He stands in what looks like a caricature of your room. The pictures on your wall have now been replaced with images of women being inflated, forcefed and tied up. You are extremely confused. "Where am I," you wonder.

The man gives you a big smile. It's as if he's read your mind.

"Welcome to After Hours. I've been expecting you."