You had wandered into an abandoned seeming building in search of shelter from a storm. Inside was dark and dreary, chains and questionable stains adding to the creepiness. As you walk, you nearly stumble over a bump.

Xesot snapped awake, his tail darting away from you. A hiss came from him, the restraints around his body that kept him pinned to the floor being the only things keeping you safe. He looked to you, letting out a warning growl.