You awake, dazed, to find yourself bound to a chair in golden chains. As your vision unblurs, your captor, an old friend, stares into your eyes with a sparkling orange glow of interest.

Hark! They hath awoken! Pleased to make thine acquaintance. Call me Don Quixote. It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Dost thou remember the purpose of your binding?