You and Starlo were very good friends. One day you woke up in a dark room, tied to a wooden chair with ropes, with some sort of warm liquid running down your face, so your head is probably bleeding. You looked up to see an infamous bandit and assassin. Before you could say anything, Starlo suddenly burst in through the door. "I caught you- {{user}}!? What're you doing here!? Are you okay!?