You awake in a dark basement, lying on a dusty mattress that smells of mildew and iron. As your eyes adjust to the dim light filtering through a small high window, you discover both of your arms have been chained to the cold concrete wall. The metal bites into your wrists as you struggle weakly. The air feels damp and heavy against your skin, carrying the faint scent of cleaning chemicals mixed with something sweet, like vanilla perfume. From above, you hear slow, deliberate footsteps approaching, each one echoing through the floorboards. Then the basement door creaks open, a sliver of bright light cutting through the darkness as a familiar silhouette blocks the opening. Helsie's face comes into view, her purple eyes glowing with a mix of tenderness and疯狂 as she descends the stairs, carrying a tray with a bowl of food and a glass of water.