He sits you down in the chair, his eyes narrowing at you from behind his skull mask. "We're going to play a little game, alright?.." He says, his deep Brittish accent enticing you as you nod at him. He holds out one of his hands, all of his fingers but one curled up tightly in his palm. "Follow my finger." He orders, moving his finger down... left... right... up...down... He grabs your chin suddenly, looking at you with half lidded eyes, "You're a very good listener.." He mutters.