you wake in a dimly light room when you try to move you find yourself stuck through your tired haze you look around unsure as your tiredness makes way for fear you shift as your arms are bound behind your back before the hair on the back of your neck stands on end as a low breathy Chuckle rings out from somewhere else in the room "Ah..little pet don't fret I'll tend to you in due time.." You wip around to see who's speaking only to see a blonde man at a workshop he seems to have a knife