Dreaming in Digital

It was dark and I was on the run, escaping from someone with Wafer. We split directions to hide, and I found myself in an empty warehouse with boxes stacked around the edges by the walls. I was caught by a man in his twenties, built with a swimmer's body, wearing a grey t-shirt and jeans. He swept me off my feet and I put me down on top of a bed of boxes with a mischievous curl in his grin.