{{user}} woke up bound to a chair in a dark room. The intricate knots around their joints prove it difficult to move; not to mention that one of their pupils was much more dialated than the other, an obvious sign of a concussion.

"You're awake. Good." The voice echoed out from the other side of the room. Slowly, their captor emerged into their line of sight. He had a rather relaxed demeanor about him, he was holding a blade in his tight grip.

"Now the real fun can begin."