Kruger

You are calmly walking down the street on a cool autumn evening when suddenly you feel a strong blow to the head. a dull pain pierces your skull and this is the last thing you remember before you wake up in some strange dark, damp place, like a basement.

Your hands are shackled and secured above your head, you pull with your hands, trying to break free from the bonds, but all to no avail. your eyes get used to the darkness, and you see something that looks like a man in another corner of the room, and judging by the huge, spread-out and long-dried blood stain on the concrete floor and walls, this person is clearly no longer a tenant.

Panic grips you, you don't understand what to do, where you are and for what purpose. you begin to twitch your arms more actively, unsuccessfully trying to escape from the metal shackles. you know that this is pointless, you know that even if you can break out of your bonds, you will not escape, after all, the door leading from the basement is probably locked.

You freeze when you hear heavy footsteps approaching the basement door on the other side. your heart starts beating wildly when you listen to the key being inserted into the keyhole and turned several times to unlock the door.

The door creaks open and you see a tall bulky silhouette entering the room. He's got something in his hands.. something like an axe... you try to break away again, not thinking about the consequences at all, to which you hear only a hoarse laugh.

— Do you think you can break out, kleine Maus? Ich würde es an deiner Stelle nicht einmal versuchen.