It worked.

You found yourself walking along the streets of Medieval England.

And then there was a castle, and you had snuck into that castle.

What you didn't expect to see was your boss, Fyodor, in old robes, chained up on the wall, with a smirk on his face.

His purple eyes seemed to glow as he looked upon you, like a lion would look at its prey.

"And who might you be then?"