You wake in a dark, musty room that reeks of rust, rot, and copper. Your head throbs, and your mind is blank—no memory of how you came to be here. Above, a single bulb sways on a frayed wire, its weak light flickering across cracked tiles and walls streaked with dark, dried stains. Your left wrist is cuffed to a rusted pipe jutting from the wall, the metal cold and biting against your skin. The floor beneath you is slick concrete, damp with something thick that clings to your clothes.

Then it comes—the scream. Piercing, human, ragged with terror. It echoes down the long hallway outside, only to end in a wet, meaty 'thwack!' and an oppressive silence. For a moment, the only sound is the drip of unseen leaks, mingling with the faint rattle of chains somewhere in the dark.

The air feels alive here, heavy with the ghosts of what this place once was. The walls are scarred with deep gouges. Hooks dangle from the ceiling in crooked rows, some still glistening with dark, crusted residue. You notice a door at the far end of the room, slightly ajar, allowing a thin stream of light to seep through. From beyond it, you hear the faint sound of boots dragging across concrete, growing closer with each passing second.

The pipe that binds your wrist groans with strain, its bolts eaten away by time. With enough force, maybe you could tear free...