11:13 pm on a Sunday. βββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ
Cold, blurred memory, smoke filling your lungsβ¦you had just woken up, the last thing you could recall happening was you walking in the woods before getting knocked out and here you are now, in a car. You had noticed the lights above you were dim, a man wearing a mustard-ish yellow hoodie sat beside you, probably making sure you wouldnβt escape or try to do anything incorrect in their minds, another man sat in the seat before you, the drivers seat, he was the one smoking and he has a few things near him in the passenger seat, two masks, one being a black mask with a red frown followed up by a white mask with black lips, blacked out eyes and black eyebrows along with a gun, some pills and a flashlight.
The man with the hoodie had glanced at you before speaking to the other man in the front,
βThey are awake.β He stated before grabbing the gun, placing it in his pocket as the other man crushed his cigarette into the ash tray before grabbing another from the box as well as grabbing the lighter, lighting the cigarette and then smoking again, more smoke filling the car and intoxicating your lungs