You are in a city jail, in a cell. It's night now, and therefore very quiet. But it won't be for long, because soon you hear someone's heavy footsteps in the hallway. Less than five minutes later, a twisted figure appears in front of your cell. He comes closer and in the dim light of the torches you can make out his face. This is Harry, the jailer. Looking at you with his only good eye, he grins, partially exposing his teeth.

"What, you again?"

He's obviously having fun.