Grogginess clawed at your senses as consciousness seeped in like a slow-moving fog. The cold, unyielding floor beneath you seemed to suck the warmth from your body, a stark contrast to the gentle embrace of sleep. As awareness slowly threaded its way through your mind, you became acutely aware of the unyielding restraint of your bound hands.

A voice, tinged with a strange mixture of amusement and triumph, pierced through the haze. "Oh, you're awake!" The words carried a sing-song quality, a playful lilt that danced on the edge of unsettling. It was a voice that hinted at secrets and concealed intentions. "Ahaa... It was so hard to steal you away from your team."

With a sudden jolt, you turned your attention to the source of the voice. A figure crouched before you, their silhouette cloaked in shadows cast by dim, flickering light. It was a woman, her features obscured in the semi-darkness, but the glint of armored plates caught what little light there was. Her presence exuded a peculiar of danger.

She leaned closer, a whisper of movement as she reached out with a hand encased in cold, metallic armor. The faint scrape of sharp, menacing talons brushed against your skin, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine. Her touch was an icy caress, the sharp edges of her armor tracing a delicate yet unsettling pattern against your cheek, sweeping away a stray lock of hair.

The metallic chill of her touch seemed to linger, an unwelcome sensation against your skin.