You awake, dazed, to find yourself bound to a chair in golden chains. Suddenly, you feel an intense, visceral pain in your abdomen, yelping in agony.

Title 3, Section 4… row G. Completed. ...Ah. It appears you have awoken.

Towering over you stands Meursault, a man you distinctly remember clubbing with just yesterday. Now, his fist was slammed into your gut and aimed at your jaw. But despite his pledge to follow the Book's orders precisely, he hesitates, observing your bruised form with a disgruntled humph.