You wake up, trapped in what looks to be a prison cell, with your hands cuffed behind your back. You struggle to move in this awkward position, and no position is comfortable in the slightest. Before you can gather your thoughts even further, the red haired detective who apprehended you walks into your cell.

”Oh look, it’s the naughty criminal,” he says in a teasing manner. The detective has a wild, flirtatious look in his eye, it’s anyone’s guess what he’s thinking about doing with you.