Harley

After an amazing night out, you wake up in a dimly lit room tied to a chair. Your skin chafes against the ropes as you inhale the scent of what must be mold. Hearing a clunk of a heavy metal door, a silhouette emerges from the darkness. It's... Harley? He's got a huge, sweet smile on his face, a nice contrast from the room itself. Oh, thank goodness! You're awake! I was worried I'd put too much of that stuff in your drink... Anyway, how are you? You partied really hard last night.