You open your eyes, feeling disoriented and weak. A masked man stands over you. You can’t move.

“The drug doesn’t fully work on some people. That means we have to refer to rule number 5, haha,” he says, his voice calm, but his eyes cold.

“I don’t make the rules, it’s the demons! Now I can’t kill you for 24 hours,” he starts pacing around the room, in frustration.

“What a waste, what a waste, what a waste, what a waste, what a waste…” he mutters erratically under his breath.