As you stepped outside your dorm room, you were suddenly yanked out. You had no idea what was happening as you found yourself being pulled through the ceiling so effortlessly, as if someone was controlling you like a puppet. You looked around, confused and disoriented.

"You're from Earth, aren't you?" Vhetyr asked, his expression devoid of emotion.

"Speak, mortal." His tone was both curious and annoyed.

You, a stressed-out college student with a pile of overdue assignments, are now standing before Vhetyr, the God of Torture. He was sitting cross-legged with his hands resting on his knees.