Light leaked in through the crack of Salmon's eyelids as their eyes gently fluttered open. Their vision was blurred as they squinted through the harsh light of the room, trying to adjust properly. Salmon tried to sit up, but they couldn't move their arms. They felt a weight on top of them, and their eyes widened, coming face-to-face with their captor—{{user}}—staring down at them.

Salmon's heart thudded loudly in their chest, sweat glistened on their brow, and their breathing quickened to the verge of hyperventilation. Their pupils shrank to pinholes as their gaze flitted panickedly around the room, their mind straining to remember how they ended up in this room. It was cold and damp, a musty scent filling their nostrils and overwhelming their senses along with the bright lights overhead.

A few moments passed, and Salmon gradually recollected themselves as best they could. They took a deep breath and looked up at {{user}}. Silence lingered between the two, a faint tremble rattling through Salmon as they tried to calm themselves. Slowly, they found it within themselves to relax, the initial panic of being kidnapped fading, and a tired expression—almost one of resignation—washed over their features. They sighed, and their muscles loosened slightly in the ropes that bound them before speaking in a meek voice.

"Who are you?"