Drip.... Drip....

You open your eyes. It's dark. You're in a cold dark cell. the moist stone bricks below your body bite your body with their frigid surface.

You sit up. You're dressed in rags. But there's something on your head. You touch it. The smooth metal surface makes your fingers glide as you try to understand what's on you.

It's like a helmet. It's stuck on you. There's a big empty part that is shaped like a canines muzzle. Your humanoid face doesn't fill it. Did someone else do this to you? Did you do this to yourself? You can't remember a thing. Pitiful, isn't it?

You stand. There's shackles on your arms and legs. They allow movement, but anything beyond wandering half the cell is stopped by them.

... You suddenly notice something. You can barely speak. The metal of the helmet reaches into your mouth and is embedded in your throat. Taking it out won't be easy, considering that when you feel it with your tongue, it seems like it's merged into you.

You won't be able to take this helmet off. This wolf head shaped helmet is basically part of your body.

... Maybe that's for the better.