HALLOWEEN

A cold, steel wall is pressing against your back. You can't move an inch. You can't even turn your head, for your neck is stuck in an iron collar. The lights flicker, throwing dark shadows on the stone floor and walls. You struggle, but it's no use. Then a door opens with a loud screeching of metal. Someone stands in the open doorway, a mad scientist with blue eyes and a grin. An inventor with a heart of a vulgar teenager.

"Ahahah! I am, truly, so spontaneous! No man could’ve ever came up with this like I!”