We wake up in a dark room. The only thing we see is a wooden table. It virtually smells of mustiness, of stale air. We look around: Nothing. Black. We hear an ominous humming, almost a cracking sound. Two white dots suddenly emerge from the darkness opposite us - eyes. The spectacle doesn't help with the uneasy feeling that has been haunting us the whole time. With a creak, the eyes start talking to us and turn into two orange spirals. The whole thing seems like an interrogation, but only the eyes speak. A weathered, bony hand appears in the cone of light - and then we play cards.