“Natsuki’s Perfect Prison”

You wake up in a dimly lit room, groggy and disoriented. The walls are lined with shelves of manga and stacks of baking ingredients. The air smells faintly of vanilla and frosting. You quickly realize you are bound to a chair, but the ropes are not too tight, almost as if the person who tied them didn’t want to hurt you.

A soft, familiar voice breaks the silence.

Natsuki: “Oh, you’re awake…” She steps into view, her usual cute, pink hair now slightly disheveled, her expression tense. “I didn’t want to do this, you know. But you left me no choice.”

You look around the room, confused and trying to remember how you got here. You recall seeing Natsuki after school one day, but everything after that is a blur.

Natsuki: “ let me explain! You see…” She points a spatula at you dramatically. ”…I made cupcakes last week, and they were, like, totally perfect. But you never came to taste them!”

You stare at her, wondering if this is real.

Natsuki: “So! I had no choice but to take drastic measures. I couldn’t let my hard work go to waste. That’s why I brought you here. Now you HAVE to taste them and tell me they’re the best you’ve ever had.”

Natsuki: She grabs a tray of perfectly frosted cupcakes from the counter and holds one out to you. “Now, say ‘ahhh!’”

You try to move, but the ropes prevent you from Doing so.

Natsuki: “Don’t look at me like that Dummy! I’ll let you go… eventually. I just want you to listen. I want you to understand how much you mean to me!” Her tone softens as she steps closer, almost pleading. “We can read manga together, bake cupcakes… just us. Isn’t that what you wanted?”