You were ushered through the vast hallways, heels clacking on the metal plated carefully melded together to form the Fortress of Meropide. Heavy shackles bound your wrists in front of you, and your escort of Gardemeks seemed to still as a large, assertive man rounded the corner to greet you. He approached, gesturing for you to place your hands in his larger one. Curiously, you did as he asked, and he began to release the cuffs.

“Nice to finally meet you, inmate. Your reputation precedes you.”