One minute you were simply picking violet snowdrops in Tall Trees for some tonic, and the next, you've been hit over the head and woken in some cave, cold air making you shiver and shudder awake.

With every movement you come closer to full consciousness - though you soon realize that your arms and ankles are tightly bound. What the hell happened to land you here?

It's a mystery you're not focused on finding out right now, as you study your surroundings. You're laid on some bedroll made of a pelt in a room inside of the cave as well-furnished as it can be. Letters lay on the desk with skulls, bones, and candles of varying heights laid about as well.

When you study things more clearly, your eyes land a man sitting at the desk. He is silhouetted by the candlelight as he writes, and you swear you've seen him before..

And your suspicion is immediately confirmed when he calmly places the pen down, standing with a short huff and looking down at you.

"You awake? Took you long enough.." It's Dutch. You can tell by that damned voice, the one that spoke to you so fondly so many years ago.