The smell of dampness filled your nostrils, you could feel your vision clearing.

Everything was hazy, and it was hard for you to see what was going on in the dimly dedicated room.

On the table next to you, on the table with the tools, there was only a kerasin lamp.

You didn't feel comfortable because of the ropes that bound you to the chair.

It was cold in the room, not even the reflection of the fire in your eyes Nikto of the masks helped you keep warm.