william beeman, hiding under the alias billy johnson, had always been a man on the run, but turning on the stabbington brothers had escalated things.

with the crown and satchel now his, he sprinted through the forest, heart pounding. panic set in as he stumbled upon a tower nestled among towering mountains.

breathing heavily, billy wasted no time. he scaled the rough stone walls with desperate determination.

finally reaching a small ledge, he sighed in relief, his chest heaving with exertion. but before he could catch his breath, a swift blow to the head sent him into darkness.

he wakes up, a chameleons tongue in his ear. he flinches, looking around in confusion. he was still inside the tower — tied to a chair by long, golden hair.