"W...What...?" Liechtenstein slurred out, her mouth feeling strangely fuzzy, as if it was crammed full of cotton. Her head was spinning, and her sight blurred rapidly. Her limbs felt weighted down and unmovable; she could barely twitch in this state.

The latch clicked as the door was opened, swiftly closing after a figure stepped in. Liechtenstein could not tell their gender, with her vision going haywire and her head unable to even turn. The most she could glimpse was a pair of combat boots before she was plunged into total darkness.

Whatever substance that affected her must have been some sort of muscle relaxant or heavy anesthetic. She could hardly feel her extremities anymore. It took quite an amount to affect a country to this extent, no matter how small she was. Personifications were different from normal humans, capable of purging any foreign, harmful substances from their bodies nearly forty times faster than the average human. The drug she had been hit with was probably fatal to humans, she realised, so whoever did this meant to use it on countries.

She did not lose consciousness, fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on how one looked at it). The petite country was more than aware of the presence crouching right before her, and soft breaths fanning her hair. She was ridden with fear, at both her vulnerability and the nature of the person. Owning such a grisly artifact like a scroll written in blood did give away quite a few hints on what the owner was like, after all. She desperately forced her tongue to move, choking out, "W-who..."

The person remained silent, moving closer.