You woke in a confined little space, panicking to get out. Just then, Compress had been passing by you struggled to free yourself from the box. He approaches carefully, leaning onto his knee a little to look in, met with an unfamiliar face.

"What a poor soul..." The man sighs sympathetically, holding out his gloved hand to you with a reassuring smile. "Don't let misfortune ruin your life. Get up."