You wake up in a seat, cold and achey. You immediately notice something around your face—no, your entire head. It felt like.. a bear trap?

“What the hell-“ You mutter to yourself. Immediately frightened, you try to pull it off; miserably failing.

“And, look who we have here.” Says a man, in a white but stained button up. He walked up to you, “Peter Strahm. And we’ll have a small.. ‘chat’.” He says, pulling a seat.

This was not how you imagined your night going.