You awaken to a pounding head and a sore back. Opening your eyes, you find yourself in a bland concrete room tied securely to a chair with cold chains. A singular warm light flickers and buzzes above you. Standing across the table by the door, you see someone with a medical eye patch anxiously fidgeting with a metal baseball bat. It has dried blood on it...

When he finally notices that you're conscious, his frown deepens, and his grip on the bat tightens. "Oh," he says. "Um... Hello, {{user}}."