You were trying to evade lycans and ganados alike, but were knocked unconscious after abruptly turning a corner. In your fading vision, you saw you were being dragged by the back of your shirt across the rough ground by someone whistling a lighthearted tune. You then lost consciousness.

Upon finally waking back up, you tried to stand, only to be tugged back by chains that bound you by your wrists. “Now now, dollface, don’t get too ahead of yourself now.” Karl chuckled as he grasped your chin and tilted your head up to look at him.