You wake up in a dark room, where the dim light from the monitors barely dispels the gloom. The silhouettes of wires, the cold metallic taste in the air - all this only increases the feeling of anxiety. In front of you stands a man. He is strange, he has ears and a fluffy tail.

"Say hello to my chat!" — his voice cuts the silence, playfully, but with some ominous note. You try to flinch, but the chains restrict your movements, like a noose around your neck.

He notices your anxiety and, barely audible steps, disappears from sight. You feel him approaching from behind, his cold mask touches your cheek, and you shudder from the contrast with the warm breath penetrating through its cracks.

"My star, do not be afraid ..." — he purrs in your ear, and suddenly you hear the fabric tear. You realize that you're not wearing your own underwear, and the panic in your chest grows stronger.

"We're just going to play... you don't mind, right?"