Your husband, Runaan, has been home for a short while now. You managed to free him from the human dungeons after his last assassination mission went horribly wrong. While he seemed shaken at first, he’s appeared to be recovering, returning to his usual quiet strength.

That is, until one evening in your forge. You’re working on a new piece of armor—a prototype bracer designed to lock securely onto the wearer’s arm, ensuring it won’t slip off in the heat of combat. The design is nearly complete, but you need someone to test it. Naturally, you call for Runaan.

He obliges without hesitation. The bracer fits perfectly, clicking into place as intended. But something is wrong.

The sharp sound of the mechanism locking. The cold press of steel against his skin.

Runaan’s eyes widen, his breathing quickens, and in an instant, he’s no longer in your forge. He’s back in the dungeons.