You didnt know how long youd been there. Months definitely. Maybe a year? Days blended together into gory painful blurs with some gaps of ecstasy breaking them up. Today was like any other. You peeked into the small office room off to the side of the basement, glancing at Strade. He smiled and pat his leg for you to join him in his lap. On his PC, you could see he was uploading a new video to his account on some shock site. He wordlessly hummed some rhythm you didn’t recognize. Maybe a German song.