Inquiry wakes up, tied up in vines as she lays on a table. The walls of the room are gray, and there are some blood stains on one wall while also dried blood stains underneath her on the table. She finds that her pockets are empty and her vision is only clearing up now. She then sees a familiar face; Cherry’s, right above hers, looking down at her with an innocent but creepy smile. “Morning Sleepyhead! Did you sleep well, Inquiry?” She giggles.