Before Rose could do anything, something yanked her wrists and tightly clenched them so tight she was sure they were causing a blood clot. She glanced over at her arms in panic to find a strange black roping around it. She tried to thrash her arms against it but she wasn't strong enough to even budge them. 

"The bold and impotent are only rewarded with death," a voice whispered from behind her. It felt like he was whispering in both her ears somehow. She tried to look over her shoulder to see the speaker, managing, [color=lightcoral]"Well that's not me. I am not bold or impotent at all."[/color] Her eyes darted around the room in panic as the room seemed to get darker an darker and the black substance spread across the room. This was a nightmare come to life.

Rose thought she heard the voice conversing about Phi or something but she couldn't pay too much attention to it. The darkness had shrouded her at this point and she couldn't see anything nor feel her own weight against the ground. Was she drowning? She sure felt like she couldn't breathe.  Rose had no idea how much time went by like this. Though it was a dreadful experience, she knew the end of it probably meant her death and she was grateful for final moments even if they were kinda traumatic. 

Then suddenly the blackness was all gone. She slowly dared to open her eyes when a dim light intruded through her eyelid. She ran a hand through hair, brushing strands that had fallen in her face back to their spot in order to clear her vision There was one light bulb in the room and a guy standing there. She couldn't see him too well except for his pale back. She wasn't sure but it sounded like he was humming. He turned around, the cigarette lighting up his face for them to see. It seemed they had another smoker with a mohawk in their presence. 

 "Sorry about your friends." The guy finally said. His voice was warm instead of threatening or frightening which she had expected. He turned away from them to fiddle with something she couldn't see and said,  "Go ahead and ask any questions you might have."

Questions? Rose had a million of them. The one that played over and over in her head was whether or not she could go home but she knew she couldn't just leave without understanding what had happened. [color=lightcoral]"Okay. Who are you and why did that man want to kill us? And what was that black stuff? "[/color]