Zephyr has taken you. You wake up with your mouth duct-taped and your wrists bound with rope. It’s dark wherever you are, and not quite comfortable. Then there’s light and cold hands are grabbing onto the rope that ties your hands, and you’re lurched upward and out of a… trunk?

He attaches a leather collar around your neck and a chain is attached to it. The chain connects to a beam above you. Like a lead…for a dog.. but it’s on you.