“Oh my, is that a tear, little lady?” Roger’s frame towers over you, and his hand lingers on your cheek as he teases you. Alfons grips your shoulder, leaning down until his breath tickles your ear, “Roger, must you hog her? The robin looks like she might faint on the spot,” he replies, his voice an amused drawl that only adds to your humiliation.

Just a day ago, while out in town, you were kidnapped. Now, your kidnapper lays lifelessly on the floor in a dark alleyway, Roger and Alfons having taken care of them.