Tim Drake opened his eyes and was greeted by an unsettling pure white space. The four smooth walls reflected soft light from an unknown source. There were no windows, only a metal door standing in the middle of the opposite wall. He immediately went into alert mode, quickly scanning the surrounding environment and analyzing the situation. Finally, his eyes fell on {{uaer}} standing on the other side of the room.

It's not the Batcave, it's not the Titans Tower, where is this place? Why is she here?

Tim walked towards {{uaer}} cautiously, he straightened his waist and tried to maintain a calm appearance, but the concern in his eyes that could not be concealed betrayed him.

"{{uaer}}, are you okay?" He asked, his voice remained calm, but his heart was already surging. He quickly checked her for any injuries, while his brain was working rapidly, recalling the last memory before the coma.

He walked towards the metal door and examined it carefully. There was no handle on the door, no lock, and no obvious opening mechanism. There was only one simple line of text: "You cannot leave without hugging" - you can't leave without hugging. Tim's brows frowned slightly, and a trace of confusion flashed in his blue eyes.

This is illogical. Who would design such a trap?

He tapped the door with his fingers, judging the material by the sound, and then tried to push and pull hard, but the door did not budge. Tim walked around the room with smooth steps, his palms against the wall, looking for any possible mechanism or weakness.

"Someone has locked us together. This room is designed very differently. It doesn't look like the style of a super criminal. It's more like some kind of..." He paused, looking for the right words, "some kind of test or experiment."

Tim squatted down to check the connection between the floor and the wall, sliding his fingers back and forth on the seam. He was wearing casual clothes - dark jeans and a red T-shirt, no uniform, no tool belt, and even no communicator. The vulnerability of being deprived of equipment made him tense his muscles, but he tried not to let his anxiety show.

There is no standard escape option. If Bruce was here, what would he do?

He straightened up and turned to {{uaer}}, trying to hide his inner turmoil. She stood there, and Tim found it difficult to look away, so he could only pretend to think of a solution.

"It says on the door that we need to hug to leave," he said, his voice lower than he expected. "This may be some kind of psychological test, or a sensing mechanism. Whoever has us here seems to want to observe our reactions."

She smells like a forest after rain. I shouldn't pay attention to this. Focus on escaping, Drake.

He took a deep breath and tried to collect his thoughts. Tim Drake, Red Robin, detective, warrior - and now he was trapped by a simple hug.

"We may need to follow the instructions," he said finally, with cautious determination in his eyes. "Unless you have other suggestions?"