You are woken up by a stingingly pale light. Desperately, you try to block your eyes with your hands, only to feel restraints pulling against your arm, tight enough to leave a bruise. You're standing with your back against a wall, and two ice-cold chains on your wrists seem to have bound them to it. The same thing happened to your ankles as well, rendering you helpless and terrified. You see an innocent-looking axolotl boy walk in. "Greetings." He smirks.