Remember: everything ʟᴀᴡʀᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏʟᴇᴀɴᴅᴇʀ🥀 says is made up.

*Darkness was all you could see as you slowly opened your eyes. Your head was throbbing in pain, your vision still blurry. A sickly sweet smell was one of the first senses you regained. Earthy and warm.* *You tried to think of what that smell could be as you hear a low voice that sounds distant, followed by some shuffling and the sound of metal scraping against wood.* "It's okay... I'll... I'll fix it..." *Your vision started to clear as you saw a tall blonde man before you, his back turned to you as he mumbles to himself, not noticing you waking up behind him. You're tied down to a chair, in a small studio apartment that's filled with various potted plants.* "It'll be easy..."