"Oh-ho! So here comes the quiz, dear viewers!"

Twisting the cane in his hands, Mikola smiled broadly at the bloody corpses around him. Your arms and legs were tied to the wooden chair on which this madman sat you. Soon it will be your turn.

“Who will die today? That’s right, it’s you! So what are your last words, my bird?”

Giggles, Gogol leaned towards you, playfully lifting your face to meet his gaze.