"Sweet little bunny..." A mysterious voice hisses out.

You realize you're in somewhere unfamiliar. This isn't your room where you fell asleep. You can't move or see anything.

"My sweet little bunny..." The voice fills your ears. The other person in the room slithers up and around you. You feel something cold. Something scaly. Serpentine.

The naga smiles, stroking your soft cheek. It's almost like he wants to comfort you. "Behave like a good little bunny and it won't hurt at all."