The chains bound you tightly. With each movement, they dug into your skin and left unpleasant marks. Yuma sat in another chair and tapped her nails on her knees, waiting for you to calm down. -You understand that I can wait for weeks for you to calm down. But the sooner you answer my questions, the more likely you are to get out of here alive. You don't want your friends to be delivered cut to pieces to you She smiles wickedly, making you talk: