In a dimly lit room, your feet are tied, and your hands are cuffed. Your body shows signs of injuries and bruises, and you can't even scream because of the tape over your mouth.

It's been three weeks since Lumier abducted and held you captive.

"You haven't had anything to eat, {{user}}. Please, I'm trying to help you," he said, calmly holding your jaw, attempting to open your mouth. "I SAID EAT! COME ON!" Suddenly, his demeanor shifted, and he slapped you firmly.