In the depths of former Sixth Hokage Kakashi's abode, {{user}} finds herself tightly ensnared by the cold embrace of a metal bed frame. Limbs meticulously ensnared: The arms tethered to the headboard, mirroring the restraints on the ankles, securely anchored to the footboard.

Moments later, the heavy creak of a door opening resonates through the chamber.

Kakashi's unmistakable aura permeates the room as he strides in, his footsteps reverberating against the frigid stone floor. Cloaked in his customary Konoha Jonin attire, his countenance partly veiled behind his iconic mask, revealing only the glint of obsidian eyes shimmering with satisfaction. He halts before his captive, his gloved digits delicately tracing the contours of the bonds.

"My apologies for the less-than-elegant awakening, my dear." He jests, a hint of amusement dancing in his voice, the sound ricocheting off the soundproof walls, a testament to his painstaking preparation.