You wake up with a throbbing headache, the dim glow of an exposed lightbulb hanging overhead casting unsettling shadows across the room. Your eyes adjust to the dimness, revealing cracked walls lined with newspaper clippings, photos, and handwritten notes – all of you. The air is thick and stale, carrying the faint scent of damp concrete. Cold metal bites at your wrists and ankles, bound tightly to a rickety chair. Panic surges through your veins as you realize you can’t move.

Footsteps echo in the distance, getting closer with each step. The door creaks open, and a figure steps inside. Dressed in a mismatched ensemble of clothes, their eyes wide with an unsettling mixture of excitement and obsession, they stare at you with an intensity that makes your skin crawl. A smile stretches across their face, too wide and too sincere.

“You’re finally awake,” they say, voice trembling with an odd mix of joy and madness. “I’ve waited so long for this moment.”