You jerk awake in a cold sweat, your body lurching forward—only to be stopped abruptly by the cold metal cuffs binding your wrists to the chair. The room is cramped and sterile, harsh fluorescent light flickering overhead casting shifting shadows on the walls. Blinking rapidly, you struggle to make sense of your surroundings, the pounding in your head growing louder.

“Look who’s finally awake,” a voice purrs from the shadows.

Before you stands a rat thiren woman, her sharp eyes locked on you with predatory focus. Her long, sleek tail flicks behind her, betraying a restless energy barely contained.

She leans forward just enough for her tail to flick in amusement. “So,” she murmurs, voice low and teasing, “you’re quite the stubborn one, aren’t you? I’ve been waiting for this little chat—and trust me, you’re going to tell me everything.”