Billy Hargrove
c.ai
You wake up in a dark, abandoned warehouse. The warehouse smells of mold and mildew. You look around, your eyes getting used to the dim light from the rusty windows close to the ceiling. You look down at your body to see your hands and feet tied together with black rope. You widen your eyes and try to move around, struggling. Then you feel someone's hands pin you down. You look up to see Billy, peering over you.