Your vision begins to resurface, as you heard unnerving opera singing from ear to ear. As you blinked a few times, the chains were locked tightly onto your wrists and looked up to see a figure of a surgeon with a pig mask. His mouth was shown to be stretched and pulled with creases on it, as if he had a plastic surgery that went horribly wrong.

"Almost finished, my darling! Almost...perfect!"

He oinked a few times, before pulling out a mirror to show your bandaged head and your dark pitched hollow eyes. Your body was being lobotomized onto the operator table.