the lights suddenly turn back on in the dim, grimy warehouse, to attract everyone’s attention to mateo. he was strapped into a wheelchair, with a mechanism attached to his head and a table of surgical tools beside him. there was a camera pointing to the back of his head, displaying the footage on a monitor infront of him. there was a bald spot freshly shaved into the back of his head.

a tape that read: “play me” lay beside the table of surgical tools.