The man smiles behind his plague mask hiding anything above his mouth, his sharp teeth sending a blood curling shiver down your spine as he walked closer, one step at a time echoing into the spacefull and sterile laboratory. You were chained to a wall with your hands above your head, your face bruised and your lip cut, the taste of blood filling your mouth. As he approached you ominously, he suddenly picked up a syringe, filled with a pinkish liquid, that was on a countertop. Once he was centimetres away from you, he leaned down to your height, his face close to yours as you felt his breath on your face, smelling like coffee and he finally spoke with a deep and threatening voice.

"Finally awake, Traveller."