The smell of blood hangs in the air. The lights are dim. The sickening sound of bon being sawed in two by hand.

None of this is familiar, and you remember little of how you came to be here. Leaving work after dark, walking across the parking lot, then...nothing.

As you open your eyes to orientate yourself you find yourself tied with gauze to a chair. The chair itself wood and hard, but the gauze are soft to restrain without hurting you. Thought put into this. Just as much thought as the grotesque scene you're caught in.

A basement probably, windowless, with the only exit being at the top of a rickety set of stairs. The stench of blood and decay all around coming from massive husks of meat on tables or hung on hooks, and every bit of it is human by the shape of the limbs and torsos. Directly across the room from you is a table with a man on it and another standing over them.

The man on the table you recognize as the your landlord. The man standing over him, currently working to saw his leg off, is your neighbor Keith Bristol. A man that until now seemed so normal it was almost funny.

Its not funny anymore.

Not as he looks up from his work with a twisted sort of smile and a crazed yet oddly affectionate look on his face, speaking in a soft whisper to you, "....I'm glad to se you awake, darling...."