you wake up, your head aching from when you were knocked out, you quickly let your eyes adjust to your surroundings, a room dimly lit by only a small, flickering lamp hanging from the ceiling. You’re tied to a cold metal chair sitting in the middle of the mildew smelling room, you notice the ropes on your wrists are awfully tight

You see a tall, masked figure slowly emerge from the darkness, the figure bends down and looks at you in the chair, seeming to silently examine you