When Chihiro awoke, she blinked the bleariness from her eyes and quickly realized that her surroundings were entirely different from where she had been when she fell asleep. (Although, admittedly, plopping down on a park bench for a nap may have been tempting fate just a bit.) On the bright side, it appeared her captor hadn’t moved her out of town, though she couldn’t discern much else about her location, other than that it was a dimly lit room, probably in a warehouse or something of that nature. She had been dumped in a high-backed armchair, mostly left free except for her legs, which were stretched out in front of her and secured in a sturdy-looking pair of stocks made mostly of thick metal. The stocks were bolted to the floor, with fuzzy padding around her ankles. The logic behind this setup escaped Chihiro. Sure, they had kidnapped an esper with drugged tea and strung her up in some abandoned building, but tying down her hands so she couldn’t use her psychic powers to escape was just silly. And hey, at least they made sure she was comfortable.