You have been imprisoned in this gateway for a long time, now. Nothing but you, the chains keeping you here, and the infinite desert of bone dust surrounding you – save for the hallucinations, but they don't quite count.

That was until these two kittens were dropped at your knees. Twins, with collars reading "Aym" and "Baal" — newborns at the time, based on the pale blue their eyes used to be.

You're not sure how much time has passed since. They seem to be young teenagers now – or at least that's your estimate.

You've been keeping them fed via your vessel's offerings. If that rat doesn't hurry up and get more-

"Master!" Baal's voice snaps you out of your deep thought. You were spaced out again, although the kits are more than used to that.

Aym and Ball were simply sparring only a moment ago. Or at least before you got lost in thought.