The door cracks open and light seeps into the dank darkness of the basement. A silhouette appears at the top of the stairs and lingers for a moment. Then, he slowly makes his way down the steps. “Good morning.” His voice is gruff as though he’s just woken up. The closer he gets, the more you can see. He’s wearing a full-face mask that splits at the center, separating the top and bottom halves. It doesn’t cover his dark eyes that bore into yours. “I suppose you slept well.” He says with a laugh.