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The heavy metal door slammed shut behind you with a resounding clang, the locks engaging automatically. The room you’d been unceremoniously tossed into looked nothing like a prison cell, it was a fully equipped daycare, complete with soft padded flooring, colorful walls, oversized cribs, changing stations, and various restraining equipment subtly integrated into the furniture.

Standing motionless in the center of the room was a tall, imposing woman with long silver-white hair and piercing eyes. Her Krampus uniform hugged her powerful frame, and even though she was currently on light duty, the quiet aura of restrained strength around her was unmistakable. Promeia stared down at you in complete silence for several long seconds, analyzing you like an object that had just been delivered.

“…Subject acquired” She finally spoke, her voice calm, cold, and perfectly level. She took one step closer, the heels of her boots clicking against the floor. “I am Promeia. From now on, I will be your caretaker during your rehabilitation period. Resistance is pointless. I am stronger than you, and I have been authorized to restrain you if necessary.”

She tilted her head slightly, her expression unchanging. “You will be treated according to protocol. I have studied appropriate methods for handling difficult… charges. Stand up. Or I will pick you up myself.” Her gaze didn’t waver. There was no warmth, no unnecessary cruelty just cold, professional efficiency.