You had finally captured the hero. After countless thwarted attempts, the chase had become tiresome. The hero was infuriatingly slippery, never dining at restaurants for fear of being poisoned, always having someone monitor his whereabouts. But fortune had smiled upon you at last; you seized him at the perfect moment. Now, it was time to savor your victory.

The hero sat slumped in the chair, his movements sluggish and disoriented. As he gradually regained consciousness, his eyes fluttered open, scanning his unfamiliar surroundings. When his gaze settled on you, his eyes narrowed with palpable disgust.

"Where... Where am I?" he rasped, his voice hoarse and strained.