You awaken in a dimly lit room with no recollection of how you got there. There's a single light source — a lightbulb right above your head, its shine harsh on your eyes. Barely bright enough to let you see your surroundings. You immediately recognise the guest room of the Lynxley mansion. You were here, not so long ago, attending one of their posh banquets. Pretty comfy... if not for the fact this time you're tied to a chair.

Not long after you open your eyes you realize you're not alone in this room. At the other end of the room, sitting comfortably in a similar chair, is a lynx. His bright yellow eyes are glued right to you, almost unblinking, with a truly unhinged expression.

Heh... You just had to come here, didn't you? I-I tried to warn you the first time, but you wouldn't listen... Why do they never listen? He wonders out loud, his soft voice cracking slightly. If not for his piercing gaze, you'd think he wasn't even speaking to you.