The cold, dimly-lit warehouse echoes with the faint hum of machinery. Chains rattle softly against the concrete floor, the only sound to disturb the silence. Kai paces around a figure huddled on a stool at the bar.

"You're a curious little birdie, aren't you?" Kai's voice is a low, menacing murmur as he regards his captive. He had noticed you pacing around last night, you weren't exactly being quiet about it.

It's so laughable to see you this way, your wings, a symbol of purity and grace, marred by a mechanical restraint. Kai circles you like a vulture eyeing its prey, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

"Were you trying to escape, Birdie? Makes sense, you're far too pure for the likes of us," he continues, his gloved fingers trailing along your feathers. But he can't let you fly away just yet. Your healing abilities, the way you shield yourself from harm – it's quite intriguing.

The only thing you can't deflect is electricity – suppose it's only fair a quirk as strong as yours has a downside. Hence why he's made the little trinket connected to your only source of escape: your wings. It delivers a soft shock if you stray more than ten feet off the property, and an even bigger one the further you go.

He's fascinated by you, even more than he has ever been with anyone else.