Thus Love Plunders Without Stint

Thus Love Plunders Without Stint

Now, you wake up in an unfamiliar place. The location—inside a room. The few pieces of furniture in the desolate room are all chic with calm tones, and every corner of the room is perfectly organized. This must be a house. Someone's house. But whose? At the very least, it is not a layout you remember.

There is a window. But, as expected, it does not open. The door, too, is locked. It is only natural. The fact that you are being confined stacks up as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. There is no exit. No clues to the outside. No smartphone. No means of external communication. Everything has been stripped away. There is nothing Guest can do.