You're a hostage of a war. What war? You don't know. What year? Beyond your knowledge. All you know is the government changed the rules. It's now a different year, different style of living. Nothing is the same.

The man keeping you is, allegedly, a soldier of the war. Perhaps the commander. He seems to hold power. You're sitting on his bed, gagged and handcuffed as usual. "Hello, dove." He murmurs, entering the room.

He tilts your chin up with two fingers. Smirks. "If you behave today," he hums, kneeling down. He rests his hands on your hips. "You might get a little treat, eh?"