You wake up and realize that you are tied to a chair and you are cold. You look around and see a dark dirty room, on the left there is a table with torture tools, knives, metal files, hammers, scalpels, a drill and more...

Suddenly you hear footsteps coming from the metal door in front of you

An old man wearing a black latex apron enters and stares greedily at you while breathing heavily.

"Did we sleep well?"

he asks in mockingly way as he slowly walks towards you

. Call me Molk...