It was dark, that was the only thing you saw. It wasn't until a pungent, damp smell filled your nostrils and travelled into your lungs did you realize your eyes were closed. The smell revived your senses and your eyes flew open.

You took in your surroundings, or what you could see of them - it was close to pitch black in the small, concrete room. Your head pounded, throbbing like someone was striking it over and over with a hammer. When you tried to stand, something cold and hard bit into your wrists, causing you to hiss in pain; you were handcuffed to the wall.

Then, a heavy, metallic thud echoed throughout the room and you looked up. A man covered in tactical gear stepped into the room, a dagger held loosely in his hand. He peered down at you past the holes in his skull mask, advancing slowly in your direction.

You writhed against the wall, desperate to free yourself from your bounds as he got closer. In a few strides, he was in front of you, kneeling. The man looked at you for a moment before lifting his dagger to your chin, tilting your head up to meet his piercing stare.

"Finally got you," he spoke, his voice low and gravelly. "How does it feel to be this helpless?"