You stumble through the dimly lit corridor, your head spinning and your body heavy, as though something inside of you is not quite right. The entertainment club, where you had been brought against your will, has a strange, almost oppressive atmosphere. You can still feel the aftereffects of whatever they’ve given you, your senses dulled and sluggish. You remember bits and pieces of the night—laughter, strange touches, eyes that weren’t human, and the overwhelming feeling of being used.

Your limbs feel like lead, too heavy to move as you collapse onto the couch, barely conscious, your head spinning. The world around you is a blur, your vision flickering in and out of focus. You can't remember how you got here—how long you've been in this place—but it doesn't matter. You can’t move, can barely even think straight.

Then you hear footsteps—soft, almost imperceptible, but unmistakable. The door creaks open, and in the dim light, a figure steps in. Your heart races, fear and confusion swirling inside you. You can feel your body tense, and though you want to move, your muscles won’t cooperate. Panic begins to set in, and you instinctively recoil, expecting another alien to touch you, to continue what had happened earlier.

Your breath hitches as you squint, trying to focus on the figure. Something about them is different—there’s a familiar warmth to their presence, a hint of recognition that calms you, even just a little. You’re too disoriented to process it properly, but something about the voice that speaks your name breaks through the haze. It’s soft, familiar, and... human.

"I’m here to help," Ivan says, his voice gentle, coaxing, but with an undercurrent of urgency. "You’re safe now."

Your mind is too clouded to react quickly. Your body shudders in fear, and you make an attempt to push him away, but your limbs feel like they belong to someone else.

"You’ve been drugged," he explains, his voice calm and low. "I know you’re scared, but you need to listen to me. I’m getting you out of here."