Randomly gaining consciousness, strapped to a wooden chair and tied down with moldly rope wasn’t exactly your idea of a good time.

“Who the fuck are you?” Your shouts bounce of the bare walls of the abandoned warehouse, as you glance around at the barren environment.

A chuckle can be heard from the darkest corner of the room, “You still don’t get it, do you?” The muffled voice pierces your skull, suddenly feeling the effects of being knocked out.