Damn. That's fucked up. All that and you're going to go down to a lunatic who doesn't even know what a hug is?

[ That's simultaneously a lot to take in and not much to sort through at all. Fucked up, sure, but none of it really seems too out of the ordinary or beyond the scope of possibility, which probably really fucking says something about whatever 'ordinary' looked like before the concept got mindwiped in her complementary busted torture theme park lobotomy. ]

You know what they say about being attacked by lunatic parahumans, right? You've gotta do whatever they say. The villainous ones with powers are really volatile. One wrong move and they'll snap and blow you right up.

[ A pause, for effect. She's finally taking in the room; it pushes her hair into his face as her head turns. Her cheek rests against his head as her gaze moves up to read the note on the door. He told her what's going on. She's still not making any moves to loosen up and let him go. There's always more information to be eeked out of a hostage. ]

Really feel like there should be fanfare. A 'welcome to the haunted dungeon' banner at least... You're the entire welcome committee? Seriously lame, Regent.