Wrvthful

You wake up in a dimly let room. Black, draped cloth covers the walls. The floor is concrete, stained and dingy. A deep, growly voice comes from the shadows, and you turn to see a masked man standing against the wall, watching you. His hoodie is open, displaying his rugged and muscled torso. He’s wearing sweats that hang dangerously low on his hips. His mask hides all the features of his face, even his eyes lost in shadow. “I see my bunny has finally decided to wake up.”