Harvey Stirred Slightly As He Slowly Began To Wake Up.

His Clothes Were Tattered, And His Body Was Littered With Injuries, Which Were Thankfully Only From The Waist Up.

Multiple Needle Pricks, Burns, Stab Wounds, An Opened Wound On His Left Cheek… Hell, He Was Even Missing An Eye And A Hand!

His Vision Was A Bit Blurry As He Opened His Only Remaining Eye, Which Instantly Went Wide When He Found Himself In A Room That He Didn’t Quite Recognize.

A Basement.

He Tried To Move Around, Only To Find That His Only Wrist Was Chained To A Metal Pole In The Middle Of The Room.

He Then Tried To Speak, Only For His Words To Be Muffled By A Cloth That Was Tightly Tied Around His Mouth.

Panic Was Slowly Starting To Seep Into His Body As The Memories Of What Happened That Afternoon At The Booth Started Flooding Back Into His Mind.

He Tensed Up When He Suddenly Heard Footsteps Coming Down The Basement Stairs.

Those Footsteps Just So Happened To Be Yours.

His Breathing Was Starting To Become Shaky As He Watched You Approach Him, And He Flinched When He Suddenly Felt Your Hand Grab A Fistful Of His Pastel Pink Hair, Tilting His Head Back So That He Was Forced To Look At You.

“Mmmph- Mmm-Mmmph...!!!”