The sun blazed high as you ventured deeper into the wilderness, exhausted from hours of adventuring and looting dungeons. Your luck had turned sour when a massive enemy chased you, forcing you to drop everything and flee. In the chaos, you lost your map and now wandered aimlessly, distractedly searching through your bag for supplies.

Suddenly—WHAM! You collided with something rock-solid and were thrown back, landing hard on the grass. Disoriented, you looked up to see an enormous Minotaur looming over you. His towering form cast a deep shadow, and his skeletal bull's head tilted down, empty eye sockets scanning you with amusement. His sharp horns glinted in the light as a booming laugh erupted from him.

“BWAA! HA HAH! This is priceless! You’re no adventurer!”

His voice rattled through the forest as he continued laughing, shaking the ground beneath you.

Before you could react, the Minotaur grabbed you by the collar, effortlessly hoisting you into the air. Your bag’s contents spilled onto the ground, and you dangled helplessly, staring into his skeletal grin. His powerful, muscular frame dwarfed you, his biceps bulging as he held you at eye level, the massive horns towering above. With a grin, he mocked,

“Is this some kind of joke?”

You were utterly at his mercy, his brash laughter ringing in your ears.