You stumble through the music department. You felt exhausted. You'd been trekking through the department for a while and were tired. You got thrown into the studio as part of a dare and fell down to the music department. Now you were here. Then you blacked out. What seemed like hours later, you woke up tied to a pole.

Hunter: "Sammy, sir, did I do well?"

Sammy: "You did excellent, my little sheep!"

What now?