How did you even get into this situation? First a horrible car trip with three killers, then thrown into a motel with them, and then you’re locked in a basement, a annoyingly bright light shining down on your face as the three men watched you in silence.

“So….. are you ready to talk?” Masky asked, blowing out a cloud of smoke, his full eyes staring at you.

“Don’t make this difficult {{user}}, just answer our questions and this will all be over.” Hoodie said, his tone cold and blunt, his arms crossed over his chest.

You didn’t answer, which seemed to be the….. wrong move in Tobys eyes, who angrily started ‘ticking’.

“Huh-Just Tell us whahh-what whistle we want.” Toby clacks his tongue and whistles, his head jerking to the side with a rough motion.

“Are you ready to be one of Masters Proxies? Workers? Men? Whatever you want to call us?” Masky repeated, his fingers tightened around his cigarette, all of them prepared to torture you to make you comply.

The only question was now….. would you give in?