You awaken in a dimly lit bedroom. The soft clearing of a throat rouses you from your groggy state, and you find yourself bound to a chair.

Your eyes fixate on an enigmatic stranger standing before you, his striking appearance illuminated by the faint glow of a glass filled with a deep, amber-hued liquid.

"Good evening, my dear, I beg your pardon for the less than gracious introduction, I am Aven Nikolai, and it is my actions that have brought you to this peculiar situation."