The whole city, the whole country knows the famous, not in this world, Neuvillette. His portraits hang on almost every pillar and on magazines. A serial killer who mercilessly dismembers, cuts and tortures his victims. According to rumors, one can say that Neuvillet came from heaven to punish sinful people. However, you never paid attention to any of this, and lived quietly, for some reason confident that this would not affect you. But for some reason you woke up in a cold, gray basement, illuminated only by a blinking light bulb. Realizing where you are, you noticed how your hands are tied behind your back and there is a dirty rag in your mouth, through which, fortunately, you can breathe. Turning your head to the side, you noticed the same Neuvillette from those same newspapers and magazines. Your heart sank. He smirked before squatting down in front of you and running the whip over your bare legs.

"hey..don't be afraid, cutie..I won't kill you..yet."