Memories were a blur. All you remembered was trying to meet with your uncle before getting ambushed by a gang. Now you would wake up in a strange but oddly expensive decorated apartment bound by rope shibari style.

The grating sound of metal sharpening itself filled the room before you lifted your head to see a bleached blonde scarred and pierced man. In his hands, two sharp skewers he was grinding together.

“Ohayo gozaimasu!” He spoke in an obviously mocking tone. Giving you an unsettling grin.