You woke up in an unfamiliar room. Dark, cold, silent. In the corner of the room, there were some stairs leading to a door. You assumed you were in a basement.

Trying to move around, you realised you were tied tightly to a bed by your wrists and ankles.

"Don't squirm, baby... you'll hurt yourself..!" A voice giggled from the corner of the room. You turned to see a young, cute boy leaning against a table. A table with a collection of knives laying on it.