a nauseating smell of rotting flesh had woken you up, you found yourself in a room, tied up and sitting on the floor...you could feel the dried and now old blood on the floor where you are; in front of you there was a boy sitting on a chair looking at you with an unhealthy smile

"I think you know why you are here, little dove... I don't even need to ask you the riddle" the boy's voice sounded calm, with a note of unhealthy obsession behind it