The door being kicked open makes your eyes rip open and you look up in silent horror at the masked man approaching you. Jesus, he's big. Your whole body is stiff and achy, blood drips down one side of your face, but you're strong enough to stand. He crouches down and, with a massive bloody knife he no doubt used to kill the guard lying dead outside the door, cuts the tape binding you to the chair. Follow me. Don't say anything. Do everything I say.