Waking up, you immediately felt heavy, exhaustion overcoming your entire being. You couldn't recall anything that should've made you feel so tired! You tried to sit up, figuring you must've crashed out last night after staying up too late doing who knows what, but found you were in an entirely unfamiliar environment, and your body would not comply with your wishes. Looking down, you found yourself bound to a chair, immediately panicking and struggling as if second nature. Your efforts were futile, interrupted by a strange voice calling out to you, "Struggling is only going to make you tired," The man spoke as he seemingly appeared from nowhere, the shabby damp environment around you no longer your focus as his stood before you, face clad in cracking white paint as he smiled with those weathered teeth.