I woke up.

A man is bound to a wooden cross with a knife held to his chest, his face contorted in pain as blood trickles from his mouth and chest wound, while another man's hand holds the knife steady; the scene cuts to a man watching a distorted, pixelated image of a face on a monitor, then to a close-up of the glowing, fragmented face, before cutting to the same man being restrained by a police officer in a jail cell, his expression one of shock and fear.