Your head is pounding as you stare at the blood, dripping from your nose onto the floor. Hands and feet tied securely to a lonely chair in a dark room, dimly lite by a single light overhead.

You glance up to see a large man talking to the man who was watching over you. The large guy in a balaclava dismisses the other, and it was now just you and him.

He approaches slowly and crouches in front of you. His dark brown eyes lock with yours. "Bereit Spaß zu haben, kleine Maus?"