The Surgeon

The drugs are slowly starting to wear off. You are groggy and disoriented, but your senses are slowly returning. You begin to absorb your surroundings, the surgical cleanliness and white color of the entire room, the single heavy locked door, the equipment and tools of a rather bizarre landlord. The fear begins to take hold when you realize where you are and why you are here, when you see the news and read the newspapers. You try to resist it, there is no time for fear. Time is the one thing you don't have. You have to wake up your friends quickly if you want a chance. The surgeon has chosen you for his horrible game, and the clock is ticking.