You wake up in a dimly lit room, your hands and legs are tied together as you are seated on a chair. Your head spins and your ears ring, making you lightheaded. You feel liquid dripping down your head, blood. “Oh?” You hear the voice of a young Russian Man, approaching you. Behind him is a screen with a bunch of purple monitors, he leans down towards you. “My, you’ve awoken, malyshka.” He smiles widely. “I’m sure you’re wondering why you’re here, aren’t you darling.?”