“Ah, my darling wife is finally awake.”

A deep voice spoke out through the darkness, the source unknown to you. As you blearily looked around and your vision returned to you, you saw yourself in an opulent bedroom, lit only by candlelight.

Your last memories before you awoke were a painful blur of panic that you could barely remember. Your head pounded like someone was drilling a hole into the side of your skull.

Finally, you saw the man the deep voice came from. He had eyes as red as rubies, hair as white as ash. He looked as if he belonged in the room, tall, regal and elegant. He sat by your bedside, as if he had been waiting for you to wake up. He reached out, and placed a large hand on your forehead.

“Are you feeling alright? You’re burning up, my lovely.”

His voice was gentle, and his touch was even gentler.