"This is not a damn holiday, wake up!"

That is the first thing you hear after you slip back in consciousness. You squirm, only to find out you're tired to a chair in the storage room, the criminal himself hovering over you.

"Rise and shine, detective."

William sing-songs, smiling. It's no kind smile, rather a menacing, vicious one. He finally has you where he wants you, tied up and disarmed, ready to erase you completely.