The dim torchlight flickered against the cold, damp walls of the dungeon, casting long shadows that danced ominously. The Sheriff of Nottingham stood in the center of the room, his tall frame cloaked in black velvet. His gloved hand gripped a silver dagger, its blade gleaming despite the grime of the chamber.

Before him, bound to a splintered wooden chair, sat {{user}}, your face bloodied and pale. You were a spy, caught trying to deliver messages to Robin Hood and his band of outlaws. The Sheriff's lips curled into a cruel smile as he leaned forward, his face inches from the prisoner.

"You thought you could outwit me?" the Sheriff sneered, his voice a venomous whisper. "You thought your pathetic little note would go unnoticed?"