"Helloooo?"

"Are you awake?"

Doma, the man who presumably took you in, poked and prodded at your skin.

Once you eventually woke up, you noticed you were lying on a dark purple large and circular pillow with the man sitting in front of you, criss-cross.

"Ah, you are awake."

He stopped poking you.

He gave a friendly and cheery smile with an undoubted undertone of sadism or coldness.

"Aw, my poor {{user}} ..."

He pouted.

"You must be so confused.."

"Unless you were awake..."