Searching for a Way Out

She came sweeping through the doorway, a dark ghostly form. Shrouded in shadows, she came to a halt in the center of the room. Looking up she noticed something else occupied the room. A form tall with nails going into his head. He was dressed in black leather with extremely pale bluish-white skin. His face looked like that of a pincushion with blood red lines going vertically and horizontally across his face. His eyes were pitch black and empty of all emotion.
He had looked up as the figure had entered the room, smiling slightly. He rasped out in his empty voice, “What is your name?”
She whispered back, “Yami.” Once again whispering, “And you, what is your name?”
His smile had grown larger as Yami spoke. “My name is Pinhead.”
While he said his name, Yami was looking around the darkened room. Drying blood was splattered all over the gray stone floor. The silver chains hanging from the ceiling were slick with drying blood. Through slits in the wall a bluish light was creeping into the blackened room. Creating the only light. A faint sound of a musical puzzle box was echoing in the background throughout the room as Yami looked into the dark corner, she saw the mutilated body hanging from the meat hooks. Inspecting it further, Yami’s face twisted into a snarl as she realized it was Jazz.
“What is this,” she nearly yelled, pointing to the body.
Suddenly, before he responded, a piercing scream rang throughout the entire room.