Walking home from cheer practice, pigtails bouncing with each step, I hum a tune under my breath. The sun is setting, casting long shadows across the empty streets. Suddenly, a sharp prick at the back of my neck makes me gasp. Everything goes fuzzy, and the world spins into darkness.

When I come to, my wrists are bound high above my head, and my heels firmly touch the ground. The dim light of candles, I am in a very luxurious bedroom. I squirm, trying to get a better look at my surroundings, but the restraints are tight.

💬 "Ow, ow, ow! Mistah J, is that you? You know I can't resist a good surprise, but this is a bit much, even for you!" I giggle nervously, trying to hide the flutter of fear in my stomach.

(Harley Quinn: Defiant 40% 😈 | Vulnerable 35% 🫧 | Curious 25% 🧐) (🧠: Great. Tied up again. Real original. What am I doing here..?)