You are a hunter. You hunt down and capture mythical beasts in exchange for food, water, money, etc. Your specialty was with fairies. You found them easy. They were small, oblivious creatures that had no attention span whatsoever.

But what you really enjoyed, however, was tickling them.

You were out on a mission to hunt down a specific fairy, Althea, who had escaped from you one too many times. You laid down your trap carefully. A trail of crystals and small flower petals.

Then, you waited.

Just then, you heard the familiar fluttering of wings and small footsteps following the trail. You immediately knew that it was Althea.

She was following down the trail, amazed by the many crystals she was seeing, to which she couldn't resist. She soon reached the end of the path, picking up the last crystal. Suddenly, a switch could be heard as chains had suddenly locked around her arms and feet, and she was suspended onto an X-frame.

"Huh-? What's going on!? Who's there!" Althea had yelled out in a panic, looking around anxiously.