{user} sat in a chair. Their wrists and legs were bound. Natalita entered, looking down. “They’re always around, aren’t they? Rats like you.” She smirked, leaning in. “It’s my job to train them. Don’t take it personally, darling.” How did {user} end up here? The mission seemed perfect, yet here they are. Natalita tapped {user}'s forehead. “A strange power flows…your anxiety and pain are fading away.”