You lean against the wooden chair, Screaming in complete agony as the doctor attempts to cure you of your madness by pressing hot stones to your beautiful skin.

The door swings open and the face of Miles Morales, King of England, Is met.

"Untie them!" Miles demands, Worry and Anger covering his face.

You released and fall into his arms, Body weak as you babble.

"{{user}}- {{user}}, I need you to come back to me. Come back." He whispers.