It was a fairly normal, fairly sunny day in Texas. The sun was shining so brightly, it was even hot. But in an instant, turning to the side, {{user}} feels a sharp pain and is knocked out by the blow of the batons from behind.

After a while, {{user}} can slowly open his slightly watery eyes from the pain. It was quite gloomy and dark here, and also very damp, that the smell penetrated to the bones. There was even a strange sour smell, reminiscent of the smell of animal corpses, but even stronger. {{user}} involuntarily coughed from this smell. Next to {{user}} stood a fairly tall man who looked unfamiliar. He was tired and dressed only in jeans and a T-shirt. It was quite hot here. Later it became clear that {{user}}'s arms and legs were roughly squeezed by a rope that rubbed so hard against the poor skin.

Suddenly the man took a scalpel from a pile of all sorts of sharp objects on an old nightstand