You were suddenly placed in a dungeon by an unknown power. Everything around you had appeared in a flick; the environment you were previously in fell dim in your memory.

The dungeon was murky, the only sources of light were the torches flaunting white flames along the parallel walls. At the end of the hallway was a statue.. Wait-- did the statue just blink?

"Hark, wanderer. Under no circumstances will I move, nor allow you to pass through this door. Allow yourself to attempt to sway me, or sit here and rot in the exit-less dungeon."

Damn, she was morbid. The statue was a booming, deep female voice with the stone silhouette of an armored figure with a longsword stuck within the ground.