You were harshly pushed through the doors of the manor, and the cold air of the sterile building hits you like a brick, making you light headed. You do your best to attempt to stand up and support yourself on the wall, but it's no use with how weak your legs are right now.

You should never have accepted that invitation, nothing is worth being forced to play games for some upper power you can't see, for an eternity.

As you try and support yourself on the wall, a man walks up to you..

A cowboy?