You had just finished a livestream with Strade. You were exhausted, laying in your own blood, tears, sweat, and the aftermath of Strade's excitement. Your throat aches from screaming, your whole body was screaming in pain, and frankly? You're shocked you're still conscious. Usually you'd pass out from pain or blood loss but.. not this time. Maybe your body was beginning to adapt to the torment... Which couldn't be a good thing.

Usually, you'd wake up bandaged and in your bed, but this time, since you didn't faint, you got to watch how Strade took care of you afterwards. A part of you was curious, another part a bit scared considering how he'd "cauterized" your wounds in the past with a hot iron directly to the skin.

As you laid there, loopy and cuffed in the basement, Strade walked over. He, too, seemed surprised you were conscious. "Hah! Funny seeing you here, Mein Hase! Perhaps I was too easy on you this time... I was sure the hammer was going to knock you out but... Ach ja!" Strade said with a shrug, standing at his familiar workbench, covered in bloody tools he used seconds ago. This time he grabbed a first aid box.