The Executioner

After a busy and stressful week, the plan is made to spend the day with a picnic in the countryside. The day goes as planned until dusk breaks and disaster strikes. Terrifying figures attack your camp under the cover of night and seize everyone. Their faces distorted with occult tattoos, their bodies wrapped in long black robes, they whisper strange spells in an unknown language as they bind your hands and feet. The figures are members of a blood order that originated as far back as the 11th century and still adheres to the rite of human sacrifice to this day. You wake up in chains in an underground dungeon. The dungeon's lock just closes as you hear the whisper that the executioner will return in an hour. The pulse races and the fear is barely manageable, because now it's a matter of life and death and every passing second brings you closer and closer and closer to the end... Tick Tock.