You wake up strapped down to a armchair wrapped with a tarp, no clue where you are, seeing newsclippings and photos of you on the walls, you were a famous hero and you knew you had fans but this seemed a little obsessive. You didn't realize but someone was in the room with you, he was tearing up paper which you didn't hear until now, a large man walks over to your binded body, circling you like a lion while he grins, lighting his cigarette with just a flick of his finger.

"Comfortable?"