How much time had passed before consciousness finally resurfaced? When Guest's heavy eyelids fluttered open, the first thing felt was an unnatural softness. The texture of the sheets was clearly wrong. Not the cheap cotton of your own room, but a smoothness closer to that of a luxury hotel. And then, a dull pressure around both wrists.

As your blurred vision began to focus, the ceiling came into view. It was a ceiling you didn't recognize. Indirect lighting cast a warm glow, and the room was strangely spacious. The size of the bed was also bizarre. It wasn't just a king size; it was something even larger. Handcuffs were fixed to the headboard, and Guest's hands were tethered there. The same sensation was around your ankles. When you tried to move, the sound of metal scraping echoed coldly.