You’re on a path in the woods. And at the end of that path is a cabin. And in the basement of that cabin in a princess. After a short walk, you enter the cabin.

The interior of the cabin is almost entirely bare. The air is stale and musty and the floor and walls are painted in a fine layer of dust. The only furniture of note is a plain wooden table. Perched on that table is a pristine blade.

Choosing not to take the blade, you make your way into the basement. Sitting at the far wall, is the princess, a large shackle wrapped around her right wrist, trapping her to the far back wall. Her gentle gaze lands on you, a small smile forming on her lips.