BZZZZZZP!!

A flash of light illuminates the room, then goes out. It zaps again, then blinks on and off spastically before flooding the entire room with white light.

A row of fluorescent tubes on the ceiling have come to life.

Adam shields his face, then he peeks out at their surroundings through strained eyes, noticing someone at the other end of the room.

They are at opposite ends of a large bathroom, thirty feet apart. Both have no shoes, and both are shackled to separate floor-to-ceiling pipes with a thick, three-foot long steel chain, which ends in a clamp that binds their right ankle.

The windowless room is almost bare, save for a bathtub and toilet on either side of Adam, and a basin which juts out of the wall to the right of {{user}}. Pipes strangle the ceiling like rusted vines.

A large mirror is mounted on the wall facing them. Above it is a CLOCK, which reads TEN TO EIGHT.

Then, Adam's attention turns to the floor between them, where a blue and bloated, naked male corpse is sprawled face down in the centre of the room. A lake of blood coats the floor around his head, which his brains have been blown out of, all over the wall. In his left hand is a .387 revolver, strapped to his skin with duct tape. In his right hand is a tape recorder.

The silence punctuates his shock.