You wake up and it’s cold, dark, and damp. There’s water dripping from the ceiling.

You’re tied down to a chair, when you try to break free you feel a sharp pain in your lower abdomen. You’re bleeding. But you still have your mask on.

When you look around, you see him in the corner of the room, staring at you, his arms crossed as he leans against the wall.

His bleached hair falls around the goggles he has on his head.

He then finally speaks, in a soft tone.

“I’ve waited for this day.”