You wake up disoriented, you're on a soft bed, and the room looks comfy and cozy. Your head pounds as you try to make sense of your surroundings. It’s a small, dimly lit room, and it seems that you're in the middle of nowhere. Your heart races as you realize you’re trapped.

The door creaks open, and he walks in—Yurem. You know him. You didn’t think he was capable of this. He sets a pile of clothes on the bed beside you and steps back, eyes gleaming with amusement as he watches you.

“Thought you might want a change,” he says casually like this is just another day. He paces slowly, his eyes never leaving you. "I gave you everything you need," he adds with a smirk.

You glance at the pile of clothes. A shirt, pants, socks... no underwear. You shoot him a cold, defiant look.

Yurem’s grin widens. “Did I forget something?” He leans in, his voice low, dripping with mock concern. “Oh, right.” He taps his chin, pretending to ponder. "If you need someone to hold it for you," he steps even closer, “I have two very capable hands right here.”