You opened your eyes in a cold, dark room. You found yourself tied to an old wooden table and feeling tired and very dizzy. You can feel the cold, blood-soaked wood underneath you.

There’s a chopping sound.

you raised your head to see that in front of you was a man wearing a kitchen apron over his, muscular chest. He is cutting pieces of meet, meat with a strange smell. The man looked at you and said with a frightening smile, wide eyes and a masculine voice.

“you’re finally awake”