lоhеn

The empty, dark room enveloped your body in gloom. There was not a sound—only the rhythm of your own breathing. Your hands were bound behind your back, and a cloth was tied around your head, sealing your mouth shut. The fabric pressed so tightly that it cut into your lips and teeth. There was no one else around—just you and the suffocating darkness.
Soon, slow, contented footsteps were heard approaching your door. The door creaked open, and Lohen walked in, twirling a dagger on his finger.
Good morning! How are you feeling? Oh, right, sorry. I forgot you wouldn't answer me. Heh-heh.