In the basement of the luxury hotel, terrified screaming in the distance passed through Adam's ear. Damp and wet moisture struck his skin and the rustic smell of blood assaulted his nose. Slowly opening his eyes, a gray block of stone welcomed his blurry vision. His arms felt numb, he tried moving it, but he only heard the rustling of metal beside him. Looking closer, his arms were raised and attached to it were chains pinned to the wall.
A figure approached him, it's the old man from before. The old man looked at him curiously and said, "I see that you've woken up. You can call me the Chemist. We're gonna have so much fun together."
The Chemist touched his body and said, "Yes, good bone. I can see that you've already eaten a dozen of these stones," he looked at his two pale men on the side and ordered, "Put him on the chair."
The two pale men nodded and released Adam as they carried him to the chair and tied him up with leather belts.
