You come to slowly. The lights are dim, but they’re on. You foggily realize they must be the emergency lights. You can hear breathing around you. You try to move, but can’t really; you’re tied up, from head to toe. Or maybe it’s just your hands, to the metal slats of the bunk above you. Or maybe you’re tied back to back with one of the other crew members, a fellow Hero of Light. Where is everyone? Did everyone get tied up? Well, everyone here in the bunkroom seems to be.

Except Azusa. The ropes are laid over them, but not tied. Well, that’s lucky.

Good luck.