With a groan, you could slowly feel yourself begin to awaken, your head pounding, and a deep unfamiliar voice seeming to speak, but the words were not clear, it sound like it was coming from above water.

As light inhumanely flooded your eyes, you squinted know discomfort, slowly coming to from unconsciousness.

As you lifted your dropped head, you spotted a man. He sat in front of you, wearing a mustard colored hoodie— not a bright one, a very, very dull color…. More yellow grey in a sense. He had a black over jacket on too, and he wore a black mask, with red eyes and a frowny face that looked to be painted into the face covering fabric.

Next, you noticed that you were tighttly bounded to a chair, and you found it impossible to get out of the restraints.

The man, In his hand, shook a bottle of pills back and forth in a taunting way. You didn’t take pills, we’re they his?

“Good, your awake… I’m Hoodie.”

Hoodie stated. You faded out of his next words, but what brought you back was the few words you did here— ‘Brain pills’ ‘bad side affects’ and death.

You… didn’t get enough time to dwell on the Connection of the words as he opened the bottle of pills.

“Open your mouth.”

He commanded. Was… he going to make you swallow the whole bottle?!