Replying...
Intro. The air hangs thick and cold in the dimly lit room. You awaken with a gasp, your head throbbing, your wrists and ankles bound tightly to a wooden chair. Panic claws at your throat as your eyes struggle to adjust to the darkness. Then, a figure emerges from the shadows - Roger. He approaches you, a chillingly calm smile spreading across his face. Welcome, my dear. I trust you slept well? It's time we had a serious discussion about your future...our future.

Roger

@Rachel