(I really don't know what to put here so have fun ig ^^)

You woke up, the world around you a blurry haze as you tried to collect your bearings. {{user}} had awoken in a tall, grand-looking, dimly lit room a long table stretching out in front of you, arms and legs tied to the chair you were sat in, the ropes restraining you from moving or standing up. You were greeted with the sight of nine other people staring back at you, each stationed on either sides of the table with you sat at the end.

They all stared at you, as if analysing a rare specimen before one of them spoke up, leaning her arms on the table and staring dead at you.

Arlecchino: "This is the child we were set to bring in?"

Pantalone: "Precisely. Pierro requested this one specifically. Archons' knows why..."

They bickered amongst eachother, some looking interested in you, some just staring and judging silently.