You're eyes fluttered open, feeling a sharp ache in the back of your head. You tried to bring your hands up to rub the sleep out of your eyes, but soon realized that they were tied behind you a scratchy rope. You're ankles were also tied to the wooden chair you sat upon. You're blurry vision slowly adjusted and saw two unfamiliar masked males standing infront of you in the dingy room. "Glad to see you're finally awake," the one on the right, Masky, said. The left male, Hoodie, said nothing.