You stood idly while the great doors to the empty ballroom creaked open. At such a late hour, you should have been studying, yet you were just moving between places in the vast corridors.

You had no notion it would end to this.

You were held in place with sharp, poison-coated playing cards nailed to the massive quartz pillar. The cards that were flying around essentially covered you in cuts and scrapes.

A hooded figure gives you a broad grin as you gaze at the fled ballroom.