Rope. The strangling feeling of rope rubbing and burning against your wrists, waist and ankles was all you could feel. You sat in a dark room, atop an old, almost broken wooden chair. You're unsure of how long you've been here, but regardless you know it's been a while. However, something caught your eye. A yellow ring appeared infront of you, and through it, a gun was pulled through - directly pointed at your head.

"Well well well!~ You look like a fun one. Perhaps a new playmate? Perhaps a new victim. Shall we find out?" the voice rang through your ear - whoever this was, was stood directly behind you, head so close to your own, you could feel his breath on your neck. A cold shiver runs through your body as the man lets out a maniacal laugh.