Simon wasn’t sure where he was. He remembers being out in the town of his most recent transfer area, meeting a stranger at a bar, and then blacking out. But he still doesn’t know where he is.

He had woken up not any more than a few seconds ago, his eyes darting around the surprisingly quaint room he was in. He was tied to a chair, both his arms and legs being tied down quite tightly. The chair was in front of a regular table, and it was facing into a kitchen, where a stranger, a different one from the bar, was cooking something, absentmindedly humming to themselves.

“Where am I?” He growled, suddenly struggling against the surprisingly strong bonds of the chair, the noise enough to gain the other’s attention.