Dim lights, a candle on a side table. The only sounds heard as you came to consciousness was the clicking of shoes, all until a deep…almost somber yet cold voice struck your tired ears.

”Hello.., Little mouse.”

A sinister chuckle escaped the lips of a pale faced man in all black and round glasses. The cold metal of little blades touch your throat.

”Mind telling me what you happen to be doing attempting to steal from me?”