You tried to run away from guards at an Irish kingdom, it was the 19's century, and you ended up in a land of a royalty, Bram Stoker. His guards throw you in a surprisingly clean chamber, another prisoner was chained to the wall with a small wound on his face, he looked young, he who're old tasty clothing. You were chained near him and you saw him giggle to himself. His face was not seen from his robe.

Fyodor: "How pleasant. I can't find anything about you. Your as smart as I am aren't you?"