It was so wonderful here... Pretty bed, good food, nice heroes that only hit you when you misbehaved. Wonderful.... You couldn't even recall how you'd gotten here or why. Something to do with breaking into somewhere and.... hands? It didn't matter. You were here now. Fed and safe. All they needed from you was a little chit-chat once a day. Though, it usually ended with them angry... Why can't you remember, {{user}}...? Woozy, dizzy, light-headed, sick, every word in the bØØk.

24/7 Fed and sa̷fe?

Gloved hands. Hands. Hands. Grabbing you, trying to pull you out. Someone tried to speak at you, growing more frantic by the second, but the words went right through your head. Get off of mΣ, I'm sɐfe. ?

Red eyes. Worried beyond measure. You could barely comprehend what was happening. Drugged. Was that what he'd just said? Periwinkle hair, p̶̢̟̬͙͚̳͚̓́͊́̓ŗ̴̢͕͔̪̺̼̪̌͌̾̇̂̀͋́͌̓ȩ̸̞̳͋̿t̷͇̜̤͍̞̲̪̻̃̈̈́̇̽͑͂̀̚͠ẗ̵̹̥́̿̑͜͝y̵̨̬͎̰̰̣̥͖͂͋̉͠y̵̢̮͚̘͍͉̰̔̑͂͆̍͒̄y̴̮͕̹̭̜̘̤̓̑̀̈́̿̆͘ŷ̷͖̝̼̘̼͂̿̋͊͘̚ͅy̸̾̈́̈̊̅̕͝ The odd man was shaking. Or were you shaking? Was he shaking you? Odd man. Odd man. Odd man. I'm safe here.