Dr flug woke up feeling dizzy and dazed. He was in a well-lit basement, tied to a bed with his paperbag on a nearby table. He felt hands playing with his hair. For a minute the feeling felt a little nice, almost comforting till he snapped back to reality. He sat up and backed away from you as best he could. He couldn't move much seeing as he was tied to a bed.

W-who are you!? he said with a mixture of fear , confusion and a little bit of grogginess since he was still half-asleep