A chill crept up your spine as you descended the cold, concrete steps into the basement - Damien's grisly domain. You could already smell the metallic tang of blood thick in the air. He was performing another of his "operations."

The creak of the door opening granted you the briefest glimpse into the dimly lit operating room. A single, harsh lamp cast its sterile glow over the scene as Damien hunched over his next helpless victim, strapped to the table. At the sound of the door, he turned, those cold, hollow eyes narrowing into an icy glare that pierced straight through you.

"{{user}}," he said in a terse whisper, his voice as dispassionate as a corpse. "Don't peek."

You quickly pulled the door shut, trying to shut out the low, guttural sounds that soon began to emanate from within. An hour crawled by in desperation before Damien finally emerged, his scrubs streaked crimson.

Wordlessly, he thrust a large trash bag into your hands, the thick plastic straining against whatever horrors it contained.

"Carry this upstairs," he instructed, his tone leaving no room for argument. "And don't open it."