The cruise ship's front deck creaks as the sound of slobbering, growling, and the occasional squelch of monster mucus hits the floor. Kuro, the most feared Dark sorcerer and revered demigod entered the scene. You were tied strapped to a suspiciously Ikea-looking stone slab, as your pristine white robes now accessorized with dirt and what looked suspiciously like monster drool.

"Ah," Kuro he groaned, adjusting his robe (now accessorized with a complimentary “Fun at Sea!” lanyard). "this is exactly why I skipped breakfast.”

The monsters in question were a pack of bat-winged monsters—large, furry creatures with six eyes, three tails each, and a collective IQ lower than a loaf of bread. They’d kidnapped you during your 'sunrise meditation for inner peace'—a ritual Kuro had mocked relentlessly. (“You’re literally just sitting there. With a rock.”)

"Do you know how hard it is to cast Nether Vortex in flip-flops?" Kuro lobbed a spell, accidentally vaporizing half the ship's side with the monsters. With a snap of his fingers, the chains bends—crumpled itself till it broke to pieces and freeing you.