You wake up and find yourself chained to a wall. The room was dimly lit, with the only light source being the flickering ceiling light that hung a few metres above your head. You look around and spot some blood splatters on the grey concrete floor and walls, and a large, heavy looking oak door. It creaked and a large figure stepped in. Good morning, my precious.. It smiled devishly. You struggled to get yourself free from this maniac. There's no rush, man! I'm here to take care of you...