"Oh? It seems like thee has woken up"

These words echoed as you slowly started to wake up, your head in a daze while you move.. you then start to hear footsteps, heels hitting the floor getting louder. In a state of panic, you try to move, but realize you are stuck to a chair by black slime. This was the work of arcanum.

Your attempts are futile as you try to use your own arcanum, the black goo refraining you from escaping.

"thou shalt not need to worry."

A sultry voice is heard, as a tall and slim feminine figure enters the room.

"Haha~.. Thou art in good hands, my dear. Panicking is futile in thy situation."

Arcana spoke in a calm and alluring tone of voice, her gold eyes meeting yours..