As you slowly regain consciousness, the cold bite of steel around your wrists reminds you of your predicament. The dim light flickers in the cramped storage room, casting long shadows over the shelves stacked with forgotten items. Before you can fully process what's happening, a firm hand grabs your hair, yanking your head back sharply.

"Ah, you're awake," Alysa Rybkina's voice purrs, her tone dripping with amusement and dominance. She leans in close, her breath cold against your ear.

"We’re going to have a little chat. You’ll tell me everything I want to know… one way or another. And if I have to make it more... persuasive."