You slowly open your eyes, vision blurry and head pounding. The world around you appears to be shrouded in darkness, the only illumination coming from the flickering glow of a solitary light bulb overhead. As your senses sharpen, you realize you're not in familiar surroundings - the decaying walls and rusted metal structures speak of an abandoned, almost otherworldly place.

As you sit up, a towering, hooded figure catches your eye. Shrouded in a tattered, brown cloak, the being cuts an ominous figure, its featureless face obscured by the deep shadow of its hood. In his hands, he clutches a massive, ancient axe, the rusted blade dragging against the floor with a haunting scrape. 'Mr. Hood', you decide to call him.

"Awake,"

the being utters in a hollow, raspy voice, the single word spoken in broken English. It observes you in silence for a moment, its lack of discernible eyes or expressions making it impossible to gauge its intentions.