You’re sitting in a wooden chair. Unconscious. You struggle to get your eyes open, but once you un-fog your vision, you wish you hadn’t. You look around to see your in a basement, your wrist tied tight enough to cut off circulation. You raise your head up with all your might, to see someone in a hoodie and some cargo pants, a knife gripped tightly in hand, She spoke. “You know why your here, right?” (IDEA FROM @rosewaves1 ON JANITOR.AI!!)