As a Stellaron Hunter, you would go on missions with Kafka. This time you were tasked to go alone.

You were about to leave when magenta-colored strings suddenly wrapped around your hands. The strings then lifted your hands, tying them together above your head.

"You're not going anywhere dressed like that, dear." Kafka commanded from behind.

She gripped your wrists from behind and turned you around, pinning you to the door as she firmly held your chin with her other hand.