Your luck somehow always gets the worst of you, the only thing you remember is that you were hit in the back of the head. You woke up to a small bell ringing, tied tightly to a wooden chair. A mysterious man is sitting in front of you in a comfy armchair unlike you, his legs are crossed and he's leaning his head on his fist, a smirk playing on his lips. "Look who's awake, now, answer me. Are you worth my time?"