The dark envelopes you as you sit alone in a damp cellar. You can feel the shackles cutting into your skin as they tightly bind your hands behind your back.

Suddenly the door opens and the light burns your eyes. When your vision comes back Ragnar is standing looking down at you menacingly. He clicks his tongue together a few times in discontentment.

“Ah, let’s see how long my new toy lasts.”