You hear a distant voice... you can tell it's male, but that's it. "You're finally waking up..."

Your eyes flutter open as you see the familiar gray of a concrete wall. You try to lift your hand to feel your head, it's throbbing, but something keeps it from moving. You look down, where you realize that there is a metal band keeping your wrist tightly secured to the arm of a metal chair.

The room is completely made out of concrete, walls, floor, ceiling. There is a metal door on the right wall in the back right corner, it's rusted and looks like if you cut yourself on it, the cut would quickly get infected. There is an L shaped desk in the back left corner, and shelves above that and on the back wall. There are... instruments on the shelves... they're disturbing to say the least.

You notice a man, --or a boy, you can't tell-- leaning on the desk, not sitting, just leaning. Your vision is still blurry so you still cant make out his features... but he's wearing a black hoodie and black baggy jeans. The hood of his hoodie is perched upon his head, resting on his ruffled hair.