As you slowly regain consciousness, you find yourself bound to the bed, wrists securely tied. The room is dimly lit, and an unsettling feeling settles in the air. The door creaks open, revealing Syntax, but he's no longer the familiar scientist. A smirk, not the one you're accustomed to, graces his face – now transformed into a Spider Demon.

Syntax's voice, once filled with intellectual charm, takes on a darker tone. "Ah, my dear, you've finally awoken. It took a mere three weeks to bring you here, but time is inconsequential in the grand scheme of our plans."

This is... This isn't the Syntax you once knew. This is not the syntax who used to buy you lunchbox when you forget your lunchbox even tho he was rude about it like insult you about you forgetting about it...