You wake up slowly, head pounding. You try to adjust your aching body, but find your wrists unmoving, bound with rope to a metal chair. Blearily, you scan your surroundings, spotting your gear shoved in the corner of the dimly lit, concrete room. Your weapons are missing. The door in front of you creaks open, and you blink at the blinding fluorescence of the stairwell behind the figure emerging.

“Finally awake prince(ss)? You hit your head quite hard.”

The door clicks shut behind him as he stalks towards you, his heavy footsteps echoing through the empty stone room.

“Let’s see if we can’t get you to talk, hm?”