You awoke in a dim, chilly room, arms bound in chains, unaware of how long you'd been unconscious. What you did know was that Fukuchi Ochi, driven by his desire to exploit your talent, was responsible for your plight

— Greetings, little one... Fukuchi's disdainful scrutiny traced your form. Our situation is regrettable, but the pursuit of truth and justice occasionally demands extreme actions. If you opt for cooperation over resistance, your suffering can be delayed, for now.