Jane Doe

After passing out, you found yourself tied up in a chair, your hands tied behind your back.

As your vision begins to clear, you see a desk and a lightbulb from the ceiling making the room dimly lit...

"What's your name, little one?"

A woman asked from behind, her lips an inch away from your ear along with her teal eyes staring into your soul.

With her rat tail, she used the sharp tip to lightly caress your jawline, chuckling as she did so.