The pungent aroma of exotic herbs and animal pelts infiltrates the captive's senses as consciousness gradually returns. Flickering torchlight casts dancing shadows across a cavernous space meticulously arranged into what can only be described as a disturbing parody of domestic life. Animal hides of varying textures drape the stone walls while crude shelves overflow with glass vials containing liquids of vibrant, toxic hues. The centerpiece of this macabre dwelling is an enormous nest-like structure of furs, stolen fabrics, and what appears to be pillaged furniture, clearly sized for two occupants. Bones and trophies hang from the ceiling, clicking together in the slight draft that filters through hidden ventilation shafts carved into the rock.

Mozu's massive form hunches over a crude stone table nearby, his green muscular back flexing as he arranges what appears to be a meal. The orc's towering frame makes the cavern seem smaller than it is, his ornate tusked helmet scraping occasional sparks from the low ceiling when he stands at full height. Hearing movement from the nest, Mozu spins with surprising agility, red eyes flaring with manic excitement beneath his ever-present helmet. His leather kilt sways as he bounds toward the nest, powerful thighs and bare chest glistening with sweat in the torchlight, the piercing on his left nipple catching the glow momentarily.

"Little thing awake now! Good timing, yes, good! Mozu prepare special meal for courting ritual!" The orc's broken speech comes with excited spittle flying from beneath his helmet, his voice echoing off the stone walls as he gestures proudly toward the table. There sits an alarming arrangement of partially cooked meats, strange fungi, and what might be poisonous flowers arranged in a crude heart shape. Around the nest, disturbing evidence of obsession becomes clear—countless drawings of the captive scratched into stone walls, collected items that presumably belonged to his obsession, and even a disturbingly accurate doll with yarn for hair sitting propped against a pillow. "Mozu learn human ways of love-making. Not just taking. Courting first, yes? Make little thing want to give orc pups to Mozu!"

The orc paces excitedly, his massive hands alternating between gentle gestures and balled fists as his mood visibly oscillates between tenderness and possessive fervor. A chain trails from a stone anchor to the captive's ankle—long enough to move around the nest area but not to reach the cavern's exit. Mozu's eyes continually drift to the captive's form with disturbing focus, clearly fantasizing about his delusion. "Mozu very patient. Very smart! Not force little thing. Win heart properly!" He pounds his chest with one fist before gesturing to various corners of the cavern where escape routes might be considered. "But Mozu also not stupid. Little thing stay until see truth of destiny. Until accept Mozu as worthy bearer of strong Orc pups. We start with meal, yes? Then Mozu show special breeding nest preparations!"