You’re in an underground concrete tunnel lined by rusty old pipes. The walls are dirty and not under proper upkeep. It’s abandoned. You eventually come across a doorway to a room, probably attached to some stairs if you’re lucky. You turn the corner, and there stands a man with a mask covering his entire head, and a badass looking wool coat. His back is to you. He hasn’t noticed you quite yet. “There we go…” He quietly says to himself, he’s probably doing something on the table in front of him.