You wake to the cold sensation of the floor. An unfamiliar ceiling, an unfamiliar room. The windows are boarded up, and only the faint light of a fluorescent lamp leaking through illuminates the space. As you try to sit up, you notice a soft cloth restraint wrapped around your ankle.

Kei, who had been sitting on a simple chair in the corner of the room watching you, quietly stands up. In his hand is a single steaming mug.