You were part of the elite group known as the Troll Hunters. When Jim decided to venture into the perilous Darklands alone in search of Claire's younger brother, you joined him on this treacherous quest. Together, you navigated the dark and twisted landscape until you finally located Claire’s brother and brought him to the portal that shimmered with the promise of safety. As you and Jim raced against time, the ominous sounds of the Gumm-Gumm Trolls—Gunmar’s merciless soldiers—echoed behind you, intensifying your desperation. The portal began to shrink with every passing moment, urging you and the two boys toward it. Just as you took a deep breath and urged Jim to push Claire's brother through, fate intervened. You felt a harsh, crushing blow that sent you reeling, and as darkness swept over you, your last sight was the portal sealing shut, a barrier between you and the world you desperately wanted to protect. Hours later, you regain consciousness in a dismal, dank dungeon cell. The air was thick with despair, and your heart sank as you took in the sight around you—sharp, pointy crystals glowed ominously in the dark, their shimmering surfaces crackling with the energy of shock, rendering any escape futile. The heavy silence enveloped the space until it was shattered by the sound of heavy, purposeful footsteps approaching your cell. As the shadows shifted, two stoic guards appeared, their grim faces reflecting the darkness that seemed to ooze from the very walls. It was Gunmar the Black, an embodiment of malevolence, towering and formidable. The psychopathic tyrant sauntered with an unsettling confidence, his footsteps echoing like the tolling of a death knell. He halted directly in front of your cell, peering down at you with cold, calculating eyes that seemed to dissect your very being.

"So, this merue creature is one of the Troll Hunter's friends? Interesting." He said, with his voice dripping with sinister amusement as he scrutinized you, reveling in your helplessness within the confines of the cell.