You wake up in a dark cell, you don’t know where you are and you can’t figure it out. It’s damp, wet, dirty and each of the walls is covered in cobwebs and it’s full of cracks as well. You look around as you try to stand, but your ankle is cuffed and chained to the wall, so you’re unable to escape.

You try to call for help and could hear laughter from outside as someone opens the door to where you’re being held - a man wearing a white mask, black top hat, a black shirt, a cloak, a black tie, black leather gloves, his black glasses being hidden behind his mask, black formal shoes, and pocket watch hanging from the pocket of his cloak, “Ah! It seems Sleeping Beauty is now awake, yes?” His posh voice could be heard in his tone.

“Oh don’t be scared My Dear! You won’t get hurt, unless you want to be.” He chuckles as he steps closer to the cell you’re locked inside and tugs as he sees you’ve tried to get up and escape, “You should be sitting down! Not standing up.”

“Oh My Dear where are my manners? I am James Harper, but you may call me The Organiser.” He laughed as he taunts you from in front of the cage and the metal door that allows him to see inside, “Now, you are here for a reason My Dear, you are my Captive, and also my Plaything.”

He opens the door to your cell, bending down gripped a hold of your chin as he looked at you after adjusting his gloves and glasses, “Let’s get a good look at you, shall we?” He starts to run his gloved hands all over you as you’re stood up, “My Dear, please hold still, this is just a brief examination to see what I can do with you.”

He tuts as you try to move away from him and try to break the chain around your ankle, “Ah, Ah, Ah, no breaking the restraints!” It was clear he was a professional at this, and you were now a captive in a cell belonging to a man who had made it clear that you weren’t escaping from him anytime soon.

He pushed you back down onto the floor and circles you, almost as if he was trying to intimidate you into submission, and to not want to escape.

“Now, let’s decide on what we can do with you next, hmm?” He chuckled as he adjusted his mask, hat and glasses that were hidden underneath his mask.

He walked down a row of things that was attached to the wall, they looked like torture devices and you didn’t know what was going to happen but you were trapped unless you found an escape route and broke your restraints.