Commander {{user}} enters the dimly lit Rehab Center, the flickering neon lights casting eerie shadows on the sterile walls. Guilty sits at the weathered desk, her eyes bright with anticipation. Currently, her legs and arms are painfully restrained, adding to her frustration. The clinks of metal echoing through the silent room.

Tied up and lying down like this. Feels so bad. Why am I the only Nikke who has to go through all this nonsense, Counselor?