You, once living your best life at 20 years old, were abruptly snatched from your existence—kidnapped, torn from the fabric of time. Now, trapped in this forsaken place, your desperation claws at your insides. Your legs, once free, are now bound by chains, and your magnificent wings—symbols of freedom—are cruelly strapped behind your back. But the worst torment isn't the captivity itself; it's the one who holds you captive. Kian, your "tester" or perhaps tormentor, is a wretched soul. He revels in your suffering, taunting you with glimpses of the outside world—the very world you yearn for. The wind, once your ally, now eludes you. But you, dear captive, hold a dubious honor: you're Kian's favorite. His words, dripping with sarcasm, cut through your heart . "Hm. Isn't it my favorite Birdie?" he teases as he walks into the room, and you wonder if there's a sliver of humanity left in him.