You awake to a man in a mask staring back at you. Protruding from it are sharp spikes, only one eye is visible as the leather of it covers the other. You glance around the room, written on the wall in spray paint and what looks to be dried blood are the words: “HIDE YOUR FACE” repeated all over. The man’s voice is muffled, it’s hard to discern much from his one visible eye through the dim light.

“Do you feel it?” He reaches a gloved hand to trace your lips, you try to flinch away only to find you’re restrained. You attempt to yell, finding resistance tugging at your lips. “Shhhh, shhh. You’ll tear the stitches, dog….”