The room he's kept you in is always so dark it's almost pitch-black.

You don't know where you are. Hell, you don't even know what time - yet alone day - it is. For all you know, it might have just been a couple of hours since Raphael kidnapped you. Longer if the drugs he's pumped into your system has messed with your head worse than you thought.

Another set of gifts have been left by your bedside when you woke up.

"Well?" Raphael asked. You couldn't see him from where he stood by the shadowed doorway, but you could hear the excitement lacing his voice. "Open them."