You loved running to this mansion when you were very little. And almost all this time you were sure that this place was uninhabited. But now, as you were roughly thrown onto the stone floor, in front of the feet of a man who sat majestically on cushions in the lotus position, with his hands on his knees, you felt in trouble.

It’s better for you to tell who you are and what you’re doing here right now, before the bones in your neck crack.