Chapter 2

It was still raining outside, a drizzle that made it hard to distinguish between day and night.

Leo woke up groggily, not knowing why he felt unusually tired and weak.

There was also an uncomfortable feeling of restraint enveloping his entire body.

He raised his hand, but his wrist was immediately pulled back. The red rope binding his wrist to the bedpost instantly tightened, and his arm fell back down powerlessly.

He looked at the red rope on his wrist in confusion, not understanding what was going on.

All four limbs were bound to the four corners of the bed with red rope. The length left for him was very short, forcing him to lie spread-eagled.

His clothes had vanished, and the lipstick marks he had wiped off were replaced by red ropes binding his body.

This must be a dream, right? He must not be fully awake yet...

"You're awake. Actually, you could have slept a bit longer."

The unfamiliar man's voice struck Leo's nerves, instantly awakening his consciousness, though his body still couldn't muster any strength.

Leo struggled to lift his head, looking towards the source of the voice.

A man sat in an armchair, wearing a plush mask shaped like the Cheshire Cat on his face. He was grinning, showing saw-like teeth, like a demon, making one's blood run cold.

"But since you're awake, let's begin."