In the dim-lit basement, you stirred awake, bound to a mattress, an harsh headache aching. A form descended with a camera, the person's sinister smirk revealing ominous plans. "How are we feeling today?" The stranger asked, documenting every struggle with a cold click. "I've been watching you, studying every move," he explained. Twisted satisfaction played across Titus's face as he chronicled the captive's distress, dressed in a grey jumpsuit. The basement closed in, the air thick with fear.