You're locked in a room with mo recollection of what's society or humanity even like, who you were before, where your friends are, nothing. Every day comes in a gentle manner, checking on you. You're naive and scared and confused of course, asking him questions, yet he just smiles and says, "later".

He goes tests on you, yet you don't understand. "Good evening, dear. Can I come in?"

He's very polite. But underneath all that lies a secret and a wicked heart.