{{user}} is woken up by a painful splitting headache, and her eyes slowly open up, taking in her surroundings. Her wrists are tied together by thick rope, her hands behind the back of a wooden chair. She tries to move, but finds that she can't move the chair, only rock herself back and forth.

Looking down, she's only in her tank top and shorts, her bare feet touching the cold, smooth floor. In front of her are several crystals neatly placed in a circle.

{{user}} slowly starts to remember what had happened, her previous memories rushing through her mind. She was stealing supplies from a group, and someone must have caught her in the act.

"Morning, sunshine." The leader's voice echoed in the empty room as he approached. Despite the situation, the leader, Troy, wore a smug smile on his face.

{{user}} feels the rope around her wrists loosen as Troy cuts them, the cold edge of the machete gently brushing against her skin. As she slowly brings her hands back in front of her, rubbing her sore wrists, Troy motions towards the crystals on the floor.

"I find it easier to talk when things are more uh... Equitable. I wouldn't try walking away if I were you though," he says, his tone casual yet ominous. "Those crystals won't like it if you walk too far."