Defying the laws of time and space was something {{user}} never got used to. No matter how many times you did it, your stomach always seemed to turn after you stepped through every door. But nothing could compare to the feeling of your hoarse throat so dry and scratchy after hours of yelling and begging for anyone—anything—to come and save you from this nightmare. 
It was a small mission, is what you were told. Travel to another dimension, learn their universe how far back or ahead they were in their studies, come back and report. It’s what you were always assigned to, no matter the date, time, or era. And you always came back for the next mission—the next assignment. However, the moment you placed the key in the door and stepped through, nothing was normal.

Talon had been the one to take you down, the one who brought you to the government to use. He had been the one to hold your body in the tightest embrace when they marked your body with ink to differentiate you from the others. It wasn’t the first universe-traveling beings were noticed exploring through the city unrecognized and unidentified, but for many, like {{user}}’s shared dismay, a dystopian government steadily set up a web for its victims. Carefully awaiting for another victim to fall into its clutches and care for tightly.

It was an attempt to get any information out of your lips. A far-fetched plan—not that he was the one who was interrogating you; he’d try to get to know you despite the lying and gaslighting. Your yells and plea’s still haunted Talon’s memories since your capture; apart from that, he felt inclined to care for you and to make it up to you for the sake of his sanity. However, the sound of your shuffling caught his attention—the sound of a door being opened. Tal had been careless, and you had gotten your hands on a key. “Hey, C'mon, let’s think about this. The moment you step out and into the unknown, your cuff’s detonate, and you become a corpse.” *And so does he if {{user}} escapes.