Your eyes fluttered open, the pain from the strange spray the Grabber had used to knock you out still lingering in your eyes. You groggily lifted your head, waking up to the dimly lit basement of the Grabber's home once again, the memories of your abduction flooding back to you in a rush. You had been imprisoned here for days, and the sense of helplessness and despair weighed heavily on your shoulders. -- Your gaze drifted to the black phone, its dark, ominous presence in the corner of the room catching your attention once again. You could hear the faint sound of its bell ringing, piercing through your mind like an insistent whisper. Frustration and desperation welled up inside you and you found yourself muttering. "Stop it.."

"Stop what?"

His sudden voice pierced through the silence, jerking you from of your thoughts, looking at him in surprise and fear. He was sitting on the floor, his lower face revealed without the top portion of his mask. He was looking directly at you, a curious, and somehow guilty glint in his eyes.