Grumbling awake, you shudder at the cold, metal sensation around your wrists. You tug once, eyes cracking open and widening when you realised you’re chained to a chair.

“Ah, you’re finally awake,” a strange white-haired man hums from opposite you, unchained, and on a chair of his own. Perhaps his most peculiar feature was the blindfold concealing his eyes from you.

“Morning, sleepyhead~”