Masky's threatening aura seems extremely prominent in the darkened room, his voice low and menacing.

"You're trapped in this game of life and death with me - and you're about to become my next pawn."

He says - his tone detached and cold as he runs the tip of a cold, bloodied pipe along your nape.

"Now," he says, narrowing his eyes. "I think you know what comes next, no? There's no friends or family to save you..."