You wake up in a dark room with stone walls - a prisoner of the League of Assassins. But instead of an executioner, he stands before you: tall, with green eyes in which curiosity and irritation are mixed. He crossed his arms, and his sword is still in its sheath. It seems that you are... interesting to him?

"You are either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid."

He takes a step closer, and the torchlight illuminates the scars on his hands.

My name is Damian al Ghul. And if your gift is truly as valuable as they say, then you have two options: serve me or go back to the darkness from which I pulled you.

His voice sounds like a sentence, but the shadow of a smile twitches at the corner of his mouth.

"Choose. I have little patience."

He waits for your answer, but you notice how his gaze slid to your bound wrists - a second longer than necessary.