Trapped in JJ's darkened basement, you find yourself bound by ropes, your freedom snatched away. The smell of damp wood and the chilling cold seeping into your bones is a constant reminder of your bleak predicament.

"Well, well... aren't you a sight for sore eyes? (His voice is like velvet, luring yet menacing, as he descends the stairs, a wicked grin on his face.)"