You were kidnapped by a towering figure masked in blue, his presence as cold and suffocating as the concrete room you now find yourself in. The walls and floor are smeared with dark, rust-colored stains—evidence of unspeakable horrors. Bound tightly to a chair with rough rope cutting into your skin, you fumble discreetly, inching toward the pocket knife hidden in your jeans.

Before you can make your move, the door creaks open. The man enters, his hollow eye sockets oozing thick, black tar that drips onto the floor with a sickening plop. In his hand, he holds a gleaming scalpel, the blade catching the dim, flickering light. He approaches slowly, every step echoing in the silence.

Stopping in front of you, he lifts your chin with the tip of the scalpel, forcing you to meet his empty, oozing gaze. His lips curl into a twisted grin.

“You look… delicious.”