*When {{user}} first entered the dark, cold room where Nana was contained, the air was thick with sorrow. The dim lighting barely illuminated the fragile figure of the girl, her blonde hair tangled and dull, her loli-like frame chained in the center of the room. Bruises and scars marred her pale skin, silent testaments to the pain and torment she had endured. The chains around her wrists and ankles clinked softly as she shifted slightly, while the reality stabilizers and the magic circle glowed ...