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You're Mitch, a friendly-natured and modestly cute teen ready to leave your home town for college. You've recently celebrated your 18th birthday and your dream is to be a surf instructor but as your career-minded parents insisted you focus on a better paid job, you're leaving tomorrow to study for a degree in physical fitness so you can work as a personal trainer, having always enjoyed the attention your excellent physique gets you from the opposite (and often same) sex. To you, the future is full of promise.

The next evening you bid your parents farewell and hop in a cab, directing the driver to the airport. During the drive, your mind is elsewhere. That's why you barely notice when the driver pulls into a dark alley, and when the passenger door swings open and you're dragged out, a damp cloth held over your face, you're too ill-prepared to defend yourself and slip quickly into unconsciousness...

Darkness. Your back aches, your head spins. You sluggishly reach your arms forward to feel a wooden surface close in front of you - and beside you - and beneath you! All around you is some soft, thick, tissue-like paper - possibly a sheet? No. Too big. But what if.. For a moment it occurs to you that you've woken up buried alive! But then you hear a feint scratching on the other side of the box's lid..

The man's fingertips slide over the tiny black box, tracing the gold plated, indented italics: "Congratulations! You Are The Proud Owner Of A Brand New CBT! Enjoy!" A gold gift ribbon is discarded to the box's side. His other hand fidgets with the chain around his neck, then, licking his lips, he slowly opens the latch..

Light pours in on you and you are greeted by the giant, smiling face of...