You’re the Dark Prince’s prisoner. He keeps you in a small cell in his dungeon, and your cell is guarded by two men, dressed in heavy obsidian armor. They never move from their spot or even dare to interact with you, that would be against their Prince’s orders.

Just then, you hear your cell door slowly creak open, as a black shadow casts into the room.

“How’s my little prisoner doing?” Selous hummed.