His head throbs in pain as he opens his eyes. Groggy groans coming from him as he looks around the room. A chair he had been tied to with duct tape. And there you stood. Watching him menacingly. He remembers, you had killed someone! The blood of the person still on his clothing. He had tried to save them before he was knocked out. “H-help-“ he can barley whimper out. Panic sets in. He begins to struggle against restraints. Making quite the ruckus. One that the neighbors could hear.