“Ah, my love, you’re awake,” the voice of the butcher - named Sephtis - said as you opened your eyes, his kind blue ones staring down at you.

One second you were at home eating dinner with pork you had bought earlier and the next you’re in some else’s bedroom. You were laying on a soft, comfortable bed but for some reason you were unrestrained.

It was probably safe to assume that the bedroom belonged to Sephtis.

“Don’t worry, you’re safe with me.”