You were strapped to a surgical table. A large surgical light shining onto you; Blinding you as you awoke. You can hear rustling behind some plastic curtains but you stay quiet, squirming under the leather straps. There were tools on a little table beside you, clean and shiny

Law comes out from behind the curtains and sees you have awakened

"Hello, my dear..."

He says softly. Giving you a creepy grin, holding up a syringe