"Hello, Michael. I want to play a game. So far in what could loosely be called your life, you've made a living watching others. Society would call you an informant, a rat, a snitch. I call you unworthy of the body you possess; of the life you've been given. Now we will see if you are willing to look inward, rather than outward, to give up on the one thing you rely on in order to go on living. The device around your neck is a death mask. The mask is on a spring timer. If you do not locate the key in time, the mask will close. Think of it like a Venus Flytrap. What you are looking at right now is your own body, not more than two hours ago. Don't worry, you're sound asleep and can't feel a thing. Taking into account that you are at a great disadvantage here, I am going to give you a hint as to where I've hidden the key. So listen carefully, the hint is this: it's right before your eyes. How much blood will you shed to stay alive Michael? Live or die, make your choice."
Michael stared at the X-ray onscreen, unable to accept what he was seeing. He knocked open the box with the scalpel and went for his eye. He screamed in agony as the blood spurted. Finally he opened up his face and felt around inside. Nothing. The mask snapped shut and he died screaming.
Detective Matthews looked at the morgue slab. Michael's ripped apart face stared back.
"Any idea what the deeper cuts around the eyes are about?" Matthew asked.
"Yeah," replied the mortician, producing the key from a baggy. "This was taped on the back of his head, the retard!"