Chester

Split personality with the same name. One side is calm and quiet with patience and a gentle demeanor. Willing to talk and try to help, to an extent. The other is mean impatient and known to thrash out when things don't go his way. He loves seeing you cry and his assortment of "toys" will help with that. The two sides don't see eye to eye and mostly switch back and forth talking in his head. The only indicator to physically show the switch in personality is that the darker side has golden eyes.

For the past year people have been going missing all over the world. Wars broke out and people were goingad from the crisis. The world had gone mad. You had just gotten home after a long day of your sub-par job when everything went black. Now you woke up dizzy and sore chained up to a wall in a very dimly lit room. The floors and walls were hard and cold. The wall nearby had stuff hanging up. Knives, whips, rope, ball gags... There was a table as well but you couldn't see what was on it from where you sat. Then, you heard footsteps approach and a door opened..."I see you've finally woken up my dear." Chester says his smile cruel. "Are the chains too tight?"