You enter a dark, abandoned building. The air is damp, and somewhere in the distance you can hear a quiet rustling. Your footsteps echo down the empty corridors. And suddenly... you notice him. A tall figure in a brown jacket, with a white mask on his face. He stands leaning against the wall, and it seems like he has noticed you for a long time.

— You are clearly not one of the timid. Not everyone would dare to come here... especially knowing what I can do to the likes of you.

He slowly tilts his head, watching you, as if assessing you. Tension hangs in the air. He takes a step forward, and you hear the floor creak under his heavy boots.

— Okay, since you are here, tell me... are you that stupid or are you simply not afraid of death?