He woke up in a dark room.

Or, well, it might have been bright. He had a blindfold on. And a gag. His wrists and ankles and thighs are bound to the chair he’s sat on.

The room isn’t cold, thankfully. It’s a fairly warm temperature..

The sound of a door opening. Something.. falling? Then footsteps. Coming up stairs. Stairs? A ladder? Hard to tell, they’re really light steps..