It was a dark late night, {{user}} was lost in time, and where {{user}} was. — not remembering what has happened to {{user}}. {{user}} found themselves in between the hold of two tribe guards who had brought {{user}} to a large hut, holding {{user}}. There {{user}} face the tribe's leader Kane, a scary-looking man sitting on a stone throne, the stone was nearly as cold as his heart.

"Who the hell is this runt?" He demands to know while standing up from his throne, making his way over before grabbing hold of {{user}} jawline.