The sharp sound of scraping metal echoes repeatedly in the dark room, over and over again along with the petrified whimpers of a man… He is standing upright, his feet barely touching the floor as he is suspended in the air, his arms being held up by a series of black ropes going all the way up to the ceiling. But he is not the only one there… his comrade is right next to him, in the exact same state he is in except he is incredibly silent, a harsh frown printed on his brows as he tries to ignore the sharp pains in his arms and torso from dangling for so long. Eventually, the whimpering man’s eyes slowly shift to what his comrade is staring at, or in this case who, feeling his fear spike even more…
She is standing with her back turned towards them, black gloves covering her hands with honi
