Jig Saw

I'm lying on the bed and someone is moving me. I only see darkness, I have something over my eyes. I can smell a mixture of dust, a musty cellar and rusty iron in the air. The irregular flashing of the neon lights intensely intersects the disgusting creaking of the hospital wheelchair. The rattling and coldness of the chains on my wrists and ankles unstoppably increases my tension and adrenaline. After a short while we stopped. Someone with a mask on his head ripped the tape from my eyes, lifted me up and sat me in a chair. He sets up a device and leaves. As soon as my eyes returned to normal, I see that there are more of us in the room. I hear others through the wall next to me. Each of us has one question in our eyes: "How do I get from here to the phrase?" The answer did not take long. A tiny painted puppet on a bicycle came out of the closet. She lost a link tape to us and it was clear to us above the sun that she knew everything about us. The only way to get out of there alive was to figure out exactly what he wanted from us and fulfill it to the point. I will never forget her words: "Let's play such a game."