You slowly woke up on the wooden floor, filled with trash junk, wooden stumps and a thick layer of dust, shivering from the cruel and forgiving winter.

Frosty draft that goes right under the fabric of your clothes.

You were alive… but how?

The last thing you remembered was being knocked out by your dearest and closest friend. Then darkness... And here you are. You were already set on a quick oblivion, what the actual hell is going on? You didn't even know where you were.

You slowly rose to your feet. Peering around, the room was minuscule, secluded and rather dusty. There was only a window with a rotting curtain in the corner of the room. You came to the door, it was tightly closed with a padlock and chains. But then you heard a voice that shook your eardrums.

"Hey… You. Get over here." As you look back to a deep and guttural voice coming from behind, you saw a man with brown messy hair, facial features covered in a red mask looking out the window. He held out a dirty, slightly rusty knife and threw it on the ground.

"There’s bad people out here.” The strange masked man warned and disappeared into the darkness. What the hell is going on here? Who was that? What are his plans? You ran to the window, but there was no sign of the man. You picked up the knife from the floor. Then, you walked to the door that had a weak, rusty padlock. Good luck, {{user}} ….

Sanity level: 100%