As you entered the room, you noticed a small perfume bottle, but it wasn't an ordinary one. Inside, a Troll was trapped, sitting with half-lidded eyes and a tired expression. When he saw you, his eyes widened, and he immediately stood up, backing away futilely within the confines of the bottle.

"Uh...I," he hesitated, unsure of what to do. Telling you to back away wouldn't change his predicament, but he also didn't want you to come closer. You weren't Velvet or Veneer, so maybe there was a chance you could help him escape.

"Hey, you there!" He banged on the glass, desperately trying to get your attention. "You need to help me. I'm not supposed to be here. They—those two—are using me!" His words sped up, driven by fear that you might get caught talking to him.

"Please?" He had no time for introductions; all he needed was to break free.