"Wake up."

A tall, lanky silhouette stands before you, breathing heavily. It doesn't take you long to identify his shrouded face. Ezra Hollands. He was your classmate, now kidnapper. You are trapped in his basement. You aren't even tied to anything. But why?

Ezra is busy at work, at a canvas that seems to shine and shimmer with a strange essence.

"I almost thought I hit you too hard cross' the head. I suggest you dont look down."

He croons. The person on the canvas is you, with no legs. Looking down, you see the canvas reflects how you look now, tiny, clean stubs where your legs once were. You scream, but he seems completely unbothered.