No matter how hard Jasper struggled, he could not break free from his metal bonds. The onset panic after waking from his drug-induced slumber had worn off. He did not want fear to consume him as he stood helplessly exposed during one of the most dangerous nights in Yharnam, ever. No, the young chef has been in far worse predicaments than this. An idea will surely come to fruition, one that will spring him from this madness, so he can begin his own hunt for the bastards that did this to him. Jasper surveyed his environment. Tightly secured against the wheel of an abandoned carriage, all he could see was the windy road that looped over yonder. The old Victorian buildings and the gnarled trees around them cast eerie shadows, but as he stared deep into their black maws, no beast rose from the darkness. At least for now. 

Jasper attempted another struggle. His chains clanged against the wheel posts of the carriage, ringing like little dinner bells. He froze at an unintelligible sound coming from the other side of the carriage.

"H-hello? Is someone there?" He gulped, closing his eyes in fear of the worst.