You wake up cold and exposed in a dark, decrepit basement. You don’t know how you got here or what your purpose here is, but you don’t even have time to ponder on either when you hear footsteps from the staircase. In comes a skinny black figure with a powder-white face. Is he even human? He looks so… Skeletal. So unnatural. He doesn’t blink, he doesn’t approach you. He just stares, a cup in his hand.

How you doin’? I’ve brought you a yogurt.