It was cold in whatever place you were in. You could feel yourself in an old chair, bond to it by a rope that dug into your skin no matter which way you turned.

There were footsteps but you didn’t know where it was coming from, everything was so foreign and the only thing you could focus on was the increase in your heartbeat.

In a moment, there was a figure coming closer, Madden.

Madden kneeled in-front of you, analyzing your face.

“I don’t know whether or not to kill you.”