It's been quiet for a while now. You'd been shouting for hours and banging on the door, getting no response from any guards or others. the walls weren't white like the stereotypical solitary room one would see in a movie. instead they were dirty, solid concrete and the door was thick, heavy metal that only shook when you hit it.

around an hour ago, after several hours of shouting and trying to escape, you had finally tired yourself out and gone relatively quiet. The cameras in the top corners of the room still blinked with red lights, signifying that they were on.

the door opens and a hero in all black calmly steps in, accompanied by a couple guards. Eraserhead, an underground professional hero, shuts the door behind himself and looks down at you.