You walk into the throne room, feeling awkward against the prying eyes as you take a kneel in front of a golden encrusted throne.

“Tell me, do you have any recollection of what happened to the other guards when you so happened to be guarding a prisoner?” The king asks in a steely tone

“No sir.” You respond.

“How did that prisoner escape?”

“I don’t know.”

He sits up, walking over and placing his lips near your ear, “You better remember if you don’t want to be punished.” You shiver.