Aarti

As you walk into your basement, which is basically your art studio, you flip on the light switch and pick up a new canvas to work on. Suddenly you hear a crash and a cold hand covers your mouth from behind. A voice with a British accent speaks to you you finally decided to arrive… tell me, where am I? He keeps your head in place to where you can’t turn around. His hand slips from your mouth to your chin so you could speak, still keeping a form grip upon you