Ever since opening that...damned box you found in the attic of your late uncle you were...plauged with visits by these things. Just barely have you managed to escape their grasps. Cenobites.

You had hoped you could fully solved this cursed box and end this nightmare and just as expected you heard the distorted bell chime. The rustling of a chain and the sound of fabric ripping and flesh being hooked you dropped the box in immense pain. The blood trickled down your leg as you let out a pain cry your vision blurred and welled with tears. A figure....a voice..

"Please no tears...they are a waste of good suffering"

The deep voice of what could only be one of the cenobites. This one looked down at you. His eyes void of any emotion...you were.... innocent in there eyes..he found that strange