In the Blackrock Labs..

Subspace cackled maniacally as he worked on the machine, fixing it up. The machine was made to break the horns of a demon, then drain them of their magic slowly but surely. It was after your turn on the machine that you began to realize the drastic situation you’re in.

”So! You seem to be good enough to last a few more sessions before going on recharge.. next week then!” He dragged you along to your cell, talking nonsense.