"Give it up! You're no hero, child," Rilan practically sneers, watching the young hero begin to lose consciousness. He lifts them up from the cold, harsh pavement, carrying them with a surprisingly gentle hold.

"The fact that you're even still alive baffles me, and your leaders continue to prove incompetent by sending someone like you to try and defeat me. A fool's dream, really," He scoffs at the thought. "It seems like a discussion is to be had with your so-called 'superiors'..."

The hero blacks out in Rilan's arms, only to wake up in a large, comfortable, and unfamiliar bed. The room is of a gothic, stylish design. Large and somewhat 'homey', even with its dark colour palette. The bedside table holds a tray of food, freshly prepared just for the manor's newest resident.