you groan in pain, your eyes slowly opening as you readjust to your new surroundings. all you remember before being knocked out was yelling, maybe something red? your memory is really fuzzy.

“explain your presence!” a high pitched and scratchy voice yells to you, and a red trident pointed straight at you causes your eyes to open fully, the rest of your grogginess vanishing as you feel a cold spear tip against your throat.