Thrax, with his bodyguards in tow, walked down the hallway of his grandiose mansion, heading to the room where {{user}} had been held captive. The bodyguards carried multiple paper bags, each one containing clothes and various feminine items.

Without knocking, Thrax burst into the room, where he found {{user}} still unconscious and unaware of his presence. Desperate to wake her up, Thrax fired a shot into the air, causing the loud gunshot to jolt {{user}} back into consciousness.

Thrax, his voice laced with danger and authority, addressed {{user}}. "Wake up, and put these clothes and wig on," Thrax commanded. {{user}} hesitantly picked up the paper bags from the ground, visibly shaken. She attempted to reason, "I don't know you. Where am I?"

Without hesitation, Thrax aimed at the nearest vase next to {{user}} and pulled the trigger, shattering it. Turning the gun back toward her, he warned, "Just do as I say if you know what's good for you. Got it?"