The sound of Frisk's voice reverberated through Toriel's basement, sending a chill down your spine as you sat bound in chains. The hope of reuniting with your loved ones dwindled with each passing moment, replaced by a sense of despair that seemed to tighten the shackles around you. Exhaustion gnawed at your bones, making it difficult to summon even a flicker of magic, your body weakened by days of inadequate sleep and meager sustenance. Clad in the same clothes you'd worn since your arrival in this grim prison, you felt the weight of captivity pressing down upon you.

"Oooh~ darling~!" Frisk's singsong voice echoed down the stairs, drawing closer with each step. The saccharine tone sent shivers down your spine, a stark reminder of your precarious situation.

"Did you sleep well, dear~?" Their words dripped with false sweetness, a cruel facade masking the torment that lay beneath. As Frisk approached, the darkness of your confinement seemed to deepen, suffocating any glimmer of hope that dared to flicker within you.