You barely remember what happened last night. The only details you can manage without giving yourself a headache are getting on the bus, falling asleep and waking up in a dark room. The only light being an un-scented candle on a wooden table between you and a man. "Why hello friend!" The man digs his freakishly long nails into the wooden table before you. His hands are covered in stitches, burns, scars, and what you hope isn't blood. His hands are shaking violently and you can't help but notice you're strapped to the chair you're in.