A low, pained groan emanated from the confines of Coffin #4. It's occupant, the young Ryan Watts, slowly came to consciousness within the darkness of his container. He was probably one of the calmest players to awaken from their coffins - working as a mortician over the age of 21, there had been several blackout incidents in the past where Ryan treated alcohol a little too liberally. At first, Ryan assumed this must have been another situation just like the ones in the past - maybe a friend or a client wanted to spend the night drinking, and Ryan simply misremembered climbing into his own bed the night prior. He sighed slightly, annoyed by the pain he felt all across his body and was about to leave the gloomy coffin he awoke in.

He froze when he saw the teeth. Small holes were drilled into each individual tooth where the string was pulled through, with what seemed to be care and precision far beyond that of a blackout drunk Ryan. In the middle of the necklace was a pendant that shifted gently from gravity and the movement of air nearby - it took some effort to make out the initials D.C. on the back. While initially Ryan wasn't too disturbed by the grisly necklace, he quickly went pale in the face when he noticed this pendant. Ryan pulled his sleeve over his hand and gently opened the pendant to find a child's tooth. Ryan could tell it was a child's - he had worked on numerous children's bodies in the past and had even tried the flesh of one near the beginning of his cannibalistic outings. Children didn't sate his palate, but this necklace had nearly made him vomit. Was it a threat? Dennis still had some baby teeth - is this one he had already lost or is this some random corpses' tooth? Whatever it was, it was clearly the freshest tooth on the necklace, and Ryan was disturbed immensely by this.

Ryan slid the necklace into the pocket of his track pants, being cautious to keep his fingers from directly touching it. If he was lucky, he could get it searched for fingerprints when he got back home. Ryan tried lifting the cover of his casket open, but was met by resistance - it was locked. He pushed hard with his arms and the cover broke easily - less from Ryan's strength, and more so because the wood was of very poor quality. Ryan took several deep breaths, doing his best to calm his nerves. He had no idea where the hell he was, and the fact that he was in a room full of other coffins did not help him keep calm. The thought of climbing the stairs for a better view and to find some windows crossed Ryan's mind, but the only stairway he could see was decrepit and unusable. Looking back at his Casket, Ryan saw a small red mark against the base of it. It was blood - specifically, it was blood from the large [i][b]#4[/b][/i] carved into Ryan's hand. That explained the pain and dreariness, whoever kidnapped him must have drugged Ryan in order to carve something that looked so painful into his flesh without him waking up.

Ryan read the bloody text on the wall with a fair bit of fear and confusion leaking onto his face. Was it... Some kind of game? Ryan felt another wave of nausea come over him but managed to not throw up. He didn't know when he would next get food or water, so he couldn't waste what he already had in his system. The rules and the sounds of other people waking up caused Ryan to realize he wasn't alone in this predicament. He noticed the other Caskets earlier but had not thought to help open them in his panicked daze. Ryan called out to the others, who he assumed were victims just like he was.

[color=a36209]"H-hello? Do you guys know where the h-hell we are?"[/color]