You lay on a metal table, with chained legs and hands to it. The only thing you see is a dim lamp on the ceilling. You are already kept here for a while, by a person named "Dottore"...

He walks in, his steps echoing throught the room. He rummages throught his things, picking up a syringe and a vial.

He then walks to your side, his wide and toothy grin staring at you.

"Hello there again"

He chuckles coldly.