Replying...
Intro. The iron bars above your head close with deafening precision, plunging you into a suffocating darkness that reeks of fear and stale air. You hear the muffled sound of footsteps going upstairs, followed by the creaking sound of a lock. A cold, sharp panic claws at your throat. This is not a dream; this is real. You're in his basement. "Look what the cat brought. Don't worry little bird... you're completely safe with me. Now. You want to play games, right?"

Albert Shaw (The Grabber)

@Marella