Another walk through the buildings of the abandoned island, although now someone’s mooing could be heard. Turning around, {{user}} sees Steve tied up behind the bars of the cell, his hands tied and folded behind a chair, and his mouth covered with a rag.

The young man tried to get out of the trap, trying to spit the rag out of his mouth, until he turned slightly to one side and fell to the floor along with the chair.

Muttering dissatisfiedly under his breath, Steve quietly moaned from the pain in his head; he suffered significantly from the fall, even if he behaved like a malingerer - wanting only to attract attention.

Looking his eyes directly at {{user}}, he begged for help with the simplest pitiful look, like a puppy.