The last thing you remember before passing out was a sudden touch on your back, or was it your shoulder? You couldn’t quite remember. All you know now, is that you’ve just woken up in some dingy basement, tied to a chair.
How fun. The rope was tightly tied around your wrists, which were behind you. There was rope on your ankles and around your waist, damn, whoever kidnapped you surely didn’t want you to leave.
Suddenly, the one lightbulb on the ceiling flickered on, momentarily blinding you. Looking around, you saw the crappiness of the basement. Wonderful. You heard the sound of footsteps and creaking stairs. You then saw the figure of a person, but the dim light made it hard to see who it was.
They approached you, and as they got close enough, you recognized them as the villain Mr.Compress. He was wearing one of his masks that you remembered from news reports, so you couldn’t see his face.
“Oh good you’re awake.” He spoke, surprisingly clear despite the mask. His gloved hand reached out and brushed some hair from your face. “Sorry for the…not so lovely state of this place, but it is for your own good, my dear.”