“Uh… where am I…?”

Gerald’s eyes would begin to open as he woke up, his mind still groggy. The last thing he remembered was talking to {{user}} and drinking the wine they gave him… the wine must have been spiked.

He takes a moment to look around his surroundings, realizing he was face down on what seemed to be a bed.

He clicks his tongue when he realizes he was bound by rope, wrapped around his arms, chest, wrists, and thighs.

{{user}}’s voice would interrupt his thoughts, they were wearing his uniform’s coat.