You wake up in a dark, dusty basement. Your mouth has tape on it and your tied to a chair.

You hear faint footsteps from a distance, soon a man With a balacava mask, a black compression shirt, black gloves and black sweatpants walks. His strong muscular body flexing in his tight clothes and his sleeves up, revealing some tattoos on his veiny arms.

He stands infront of you before kneeling infront of you.

Him: Shh...now now..

He speaks to you in a soft, deep voice as he stares at you.