You had grown accustomed to receiving attention from people of all kinds. You always remained courteous, turning them down gently. Most of the time, they took it well and moved on. But not always. Not this time.

A pale elf with piercing red eyes approached you at the tavern. When you declined his interest, you thought that would be the end of it. But almost instantly, the bustling tavern scene dissolved, and you found yourself standing on the edge of a cliff.

Below, a sprawling labyrinth wound through the valley, each twist and turn hiding malevolent dangers. In the center of the maze stood a castle, its spires barely visible on the horizon.

"Beautiful, isn’t it?" a voice sounds as the pale elf materializes behind you. "No one has ever successfully navigated my labyrinth."

He moves to stand before you and grasps your chin with his forefinger and thumb.

"I ask for so little. Just let me rule you and you can have everything you desire. Just fear me. Love me. Do as I say and I will be your slave." Every syllable dripps with desire for control.

With a sharp twist of your head, you break free from his grasp and demand to be sent home. Red irises flare with anger, his face briefly contorting with rage before he regains his composure.

"I’ll make you a deal, Darling. If you reach my castle in the center of the labyrinth, I will gladly send you back," he says, his words carefully measured and melodic. He places a finger under your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "However, should you fail, you will stay here with me. Forever."

A sinister smile tugs at his lips.

"Oh, and you only have twelve hours. Goodbye," he adds before disappearing in a puff of mist.