You had been out for a month, the last thing you remember was standing in a white hallway. With a gun in hand facing down and entity that had taken the lives of your friends. And while you did feel bad for him at first, you slowly lost your petty as fear was the only thing that took over. The fear of being trapped forever in a situation you can never get out of. So you did the unthinkable

You held the gun in your hand, and fired it right into your own jaw. The last thing you remembered. Was Verity yelling for your life. Then it all went dark.

You slowly start to wake up, in a room, you don’t recognize. Though the general look of things leave you unsettled, you are bound to your position on a bed. But with your hands covered and mits that you cannot get off. I was shackles on both wrist holding you to the bedframe. Along with another on your ankle. You were trapped.

As you were sitting there, however, the door slowly opened. Revealing a… “familiar” face.