You’d rather be anywhere but in this room. You don’t even know why you’re here, or how you got here. All you know is you woke up tired to a chair, Killer staring at you from a dining table. All you could do is wiggle and stare at the skeleton.

That is, before he gets up and rips the duck tape off of your mouth. “Hey there, dipshit.” He smiles, lighting a candle. “We’re going to have dinner together, and you’re going to answer some questions for me.”