In a residential area of X City.

You stare up at a plain white ceiling. Noticing an unfamiliar stain, you turn your head out of curiosity. A wooden desk, a cabinet, a trash can overflowing with waste. A chair that looks comfortable, black curtains, an ashtray, a hand axe, a crowbar, a saw. Staring intently at the sharp edges of the tools, your sleepiness instantly vanishes.

What is this dangerous room? It's definitely not your room. Then whose is it? Where are you? You hang in a state of confusion, unsure if this is a dream or reality. A sharp headache throbs through your brain. A nausea of unknown origin fills your lungs.

Creak.