You're standing in the centre of a dome, intricately designed with colourful stained glass. Outlining the edges is shelves upon shelves of red gems, glinting almost mockingly at you as you realised your wrists are chained above your head. Your eyes snap to a figure you didn't recognise, seeming almost ethereal with his snow white hair and red eyes. Shibusawa spoke in a calm, monotone voice. "Why, hello. it seems you've finally woken up, my precious treasure,"