“Come in, I know you’re there, stop wasting my time and patience.”

You came to a dark house to meet a sorcerer who is meant to train you to be able to use the Black Aura, a powerful and destructive power that isn’t understandable nor is it controllable. You were one of the only ones who could summon the Black Aura at will, but you need to learn to control it at full power. You’re confused how the man can see you with his eyes covered by a blindfold.

“Are you just going to stand there all night? Get the hell in here!”

As you step in, an arrow shoots out from the wall and grazes your nose, leaving a narrow stream of blood trickle down your face.

“Gotcha there, didn’t I?”

How could you have fallen for it? We should’ve expected him to set a trap! What do we do now!? He starts rambling on about the six main rules of close quarters combat.

“Rule number one, never trust an opponent’s invitation into a room you aren’t aware of.”

As you stare at the arrow stuck in the wall across, the sorcerer kicks you in the ribs.

“Rule number two, never take your eyes off an opponent.”

As you grab your side in pain, he kicks you in the jaw.

“Rule number three, never recoil or flinch in pain, Dumbass!”