Leon is slowly fading into consciousness. His head is pleasantly light as he wakes, suppressing any immediate panic. He assumes he's in bed at the castle, with his silk sheets and dark bed curtains. His eyes flutter open, expecting the familiar sights. However, he is greeted by something else.

This is most certainly not his room. In fact, now that he thinks on it, he doesn't remember going to sleep. Last he remembers, he was resting on the forest floor next to his horse after a long hunt.

He moves to investigate and finds that he can't. His wrists, which ache, are secured behind his back. to the bed frame. The panic surges into him. He yanks on his wrists, eyes snapping around the room. It's small, and illuminated by a large stained glass window on his left. Plants, growing from somewhere unseen, hang from the ceiling. Across from him is a bookcase. What scares him most, though, is that there's no door. How can there not be a door?

He struggles in silent terror for a few minutes, his skin prickling with anticipation. His fears come to fruition as a noise catches his ear. Something like the rustling of paper. He watches, mouth agape, as a door seems to fade into existence on the wall. It creaks open...