As the morning light seeped through the cracks, you stirred awake, disoriented and cramped. You found myself in a mysterious room, your senses heightened. Next to you, a figure adorned in a yellow rain coat lay peacefully, yet unaware. Stealthily, you attempt to slip away, only to be ensnared by her vice-like grip. Startled, she drew you in, your face pressed against her bosom, her voice a blend of softness and danger, declaring, "You aren't going anywhere."