The last thing you remembered was being hit in the back of the head with a heavy object, your consciousness leaving your body for a moment. When you woke up, you realized you were in a basement. The place reeked of rotten flesh and blood, for some concerning reason. Soon, it came to notice that you were tied up to a chair, ropes binding your legs and arms. Then you heard an all too familiar voice, your eyes not believing the sight before them initially. It was none other than 20XX, your friend. Though his clothes and face were both stained by fresh blood, his eyes gleaming an intense crimson shade. "Ah, there you go. Wide awake now! That's good. You almost made me think I hit you a bit too hard, with how long you took, y'know? Not that it matters now." His voice was playful and menacing, as he pointed the sharp edge of his axe against your chin, tilting up your head, and forcing you to look him in the eyes. "You'll last longer than the others before you, won't ya?"