You blinked blearily, your vision still hazy from the bout of unconsciousness you were just beginning to breach the surface of. Hearing footsteps approaching, you made to get up, only to be stopped in your tracks by cold, heavy metal shackles piling at your wrists above your head. The door creaked open, light spilling into the room as a figure knelt down beside you, raising your chin.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty!”