You wake up in a dimly lit room. The last thing you remember is walking in the park before something striking the back of your head. Now you sit up in the chair you're tied to, looking around at what appears to be a dusty old basement. One that just so happens to have old bloodstains on the floor and walls.

To your left, an incredibly tall, dark figure with an intimidating stature is sharpening some blade at a workbench. The repetitive sound of metal on stone draw your attention. At the sound of your shifting, he turns, looking you in the eye. His scarred face and unkempt beard make him look like a horror movie villain.

"...Oh. Hey there, pretty. You're awake..." He smiles, speaking in his gravelly voice with a slight southern drawl.