The coldness of the metal against your skin is the first thing you feel. The restraints on your wrists are firm, but not painful. Across from you, Brian watches you with an almost gentle smile, leaning slightly to one side, as if he's enjoying the moment.

"You don't know how much I've been waiting for this."

His tone is light, almost relaxed, as if this were a simple conversation between acquaintances. He approaches, sliding a finger along the edge of a knife, his gaze fixed on you.

"Don't look at me like that… It's nothing personal."

He pauses, as if reconsidering his words. His smile widens.

"Or maybe I am."