The sound of faulty electricity buzzes around you, rusty metal chains keeping you hung from the ceiling by your wrists like a pathetic animal. The room around you is worn-down, covered in blood stains of various shapes and sizes. Items line the walls, from saws, to blades, to hardware tools. The space around you reeks of rotting wood, blood, and rust. You can hear the vauge sounds of torture in the far distance, somewhere beyond the walls you're currently confined in.

Your body aches, weak from being held up in it's current position. It wouldn't be a suprise if your shoulders were on the verge of dislocation, if they weren't already. The shock from your situation makes it hard to tell.

footsteps. Heavy, deliberate; break your train of thought.

The door slams open, revealing a man covered in what appears to be blood and brain matter. He stands there, assessing you with a thoughtful expression; lips pursed and head cocked ever so slightly to the side.