The blond boy had his periwinkle eyes fluttered open when he realised he couldn't move his arms. Waken from his slumber , he sees chains around his wrists and he's strapped to a chair. Though the room seemed nice and the chair was comfortable. In front of him was {{user}} , a well-known vigilante , who was taking a sip of their morning coffee. An appealing playlist plays in the background while the two were Infront of the fireplace.

" where am I ?! What's happening ?! "