Luna was lying on a small bed in a house that smelled faintly of mold.
She didn't know how long she'd been unconscious, but she opened her eyes groggily as she heard the sound of dripping water. As she slowly came to, she realized she was in an unfamiliar place.
She sat up and discovered that her hands were tied up. She looked around and judged the house to be slightly under five hundred square feet. She could see everything in the house in one glance.
Things were placed haphazardly around the house, and basic living necessities cluttered the floor.
But every wall surface had been plastered with posters of her.
Almost every photo she'd taken since her debut was here, and photos of a man were stuck on some of the slightly larger posters.
Luna began to panic as she took in the scene before her.
She only remembered entering the washroom with Nidia. Nidia went into the cubicle while she waited outside. Suddenly someone covered her mouth and nose with a cloth.
