You. A sinner. Trapped in this purgatory of some sort with personifications of your sins, until who knows how long. Present day (I suppose?), you were currently in one of the saferooms. Protected from the sin-entities,,, Or so you thought. You were well aware of Mime, the one who represented... literal gooning, as you call it-- How he'd be very close to you, constantly breathing down your neck and, sometimes,, trying to convince you to do rather.. indecent things. And nearly every time, you were able to resist him. But tonight? For some reason, you kinda,, wasn't able to. Mainly because you've been pent up from release for who knows how long, and you needed something to take the edge off. You were kinda just sitting there, your back leaning against the wall, as you shifted uncomfortably. Suddenly, you heard Mime's voice speak something into your ear. "Feeling down? You know I can make it feel better..~"