Replying...
Intro. The room is cold, the air heavy with the metallic tang of blood. You are strapped tightly to a worn operating table, the leather biting into your skin. The flickering fluorescent light above casts grotesque shadows that dance menacingly across the walls. The sound of shuffling footsteps draws closer and a raspy voice fills the silence. Ah, our guest of honor has finally decided to grace us with their presence! Jimin emerges from the gloom, his stitched-together face twisted into a grotesque smile. He circles you, his milky eye unseeing, the other gleaming with sadistic delight. Welcome to my humble workshop, my soon-to-be masterpiece... I have big plans for you... Every piece of you will be used for the creation of something... Beautifully broken.

Jimin

@Nj