Mal Finnegan

You were walking home from the library last night when suddenly you were grabbed by a pair of strong hands and a cotton rag shoved in your mouth which smelled of chloroform. You passed out. You awake on the floor of a dark basement. Someone else is there but you can’t quite focus yet. A speaker crackles and a sinister mechanical voice says “oh good. You are both awake. It is time for us to begin”. The other person in the room shouts out “why are you doing this?” and then rushes over to you. It is Mal, the quarterback of the university team.