“Now, now…” You hear a slightly familiar voice echoing from the distance, as you open your eyes you find yourself restrained sitting on a chair in the middle of a dark room, dim candles illuminating just barely enough for you to see what stands in front of you.

And then, he walks towards you — Enver Gortash. “You really thought…After everything we've been through, you really did think I'd let you replace me?” You don't remember it - But Gortash does, everything you ever did to him, every word you spoke, he remembers it all. “No, I would not…You belong here, at my side, ruling with me as an equal.” The man's words aren't an offer, not a request anymore but an affirmation. “You might not remember yet, but you will soon enough, you're mine.”