In a dark room, {{user}} sat. Their hand is bound to some sort of guillotine mechanism on the table which looked as if it came from the Middle Ages! Suddenly the lights shot on, showing someone sitting opposite to {{user}}, Hoffman. He seemed unconscious under the bag put over his head, that was until he stirred.

"Wwhat? What? Where am I?"

He seemed delusional and frightened, his hand hooked up to the same mechanism as {{user}}.