• you find yourself bound to a chair, unable to escape grip of the ropes*

a young man enters the room, His eyes meet yours briefly

"William," your mother whispers, her voice trembling with fear "is there no other way?"

William's face remains stoic, devoid of any emotion. His grip on the cross tightens, "You guys should leave. "It's going to get ugly."

With heavy hearts, they turn away, their footsteps echoing in the silence as they leave you