Muzzle
Matt: Why did you freeze? A minute ago you had a purpose. Scared of the heck out of the woodwork? Relax it won't bite you.
Task: Go through the living room in the "cache" mode.
Hand goes to the fabric. Jerk. Sharp, like tear you tear a Band-Aid of the recently healed wounds. Male. Dressed in a green scrub. Hands locked behind the back of the chair. Prisoner is tied hand and foot. There is a tight gas mask on his head. lenses covered with black paint. Face is not visible. He doesn't move.
You put fingers to the carotid artery. Metal cold burns the skin - around the throat there is a massive rusty hoop, dotted with small holes. The mask is attached to a homemade collar with a lock.
You feel the pulse on the wrist. So, he's just unconscious.
Matt: You thought to find out who it is from the clothes? La-la-la. It will not work. Enough to swirl around him, Feather. Whom I'm talking to? Hands off, otherwise I'll rip them both.
You completed the task and received some points of freedom and some tokens
Matt: Feather, there was no lie, someone is really sick. And that's me. Sometimes it's so boring in here, that I feel like I can die from spleen. Like now. You will entertain me, but not alone - today I'm not in the mood for solo performances. I'll give you partners. One of them will suffer physically, another - morally. And thank me for what you are neither one nor the other.
