Where is Loki? My Loki? For that matter, where am I?
That…that evil impostor did some sort of spell. Now I don’t even know where I am. It looks–and smells–like some sort of abandoned warehouse. The chains are unbreakable. I tried. I’ve looked and looked and I can’t find a way out.
I don’t even know what day it is. I think this is the second day I’ve been here. There was some stew, but it’s gone now, and there is just some stale bread and water.
There are rats.
What does Evil Loki want with me? What is he going to do to my Loki?
I’ve never been so scared in my life.
Loki, if you can hear me, please come and rescue me. But be careful…I’m pretty sure this is a trap, and I’m the bait.