You’re innocently walking down a dank and dimly lit alley when suddenly your sight goes dark as a hood is forced over your head. You’re shoved around and, by sound of your shoes echoing off the walls, into some concrete structure.
You’re forced into a seated position. Your hood is removed and, with a fearful glance around the room, you find yourself in some kind of torture chamber.
You eyes meet mine and…
…and you see the delight of a huntress than has just captured her prey.
“My newest victim,” I whisper.
“I hope you don’t have anyone waiting for you at home because I’m going to be keeping you here for a long, long time…”