You slowly open your eyes. Your head is foggy. How did you get to this place? A huge, opulent hall of an old Gothic castle, as if pulled out of the legends of the past. You're standing on the stage in an elegant uniform, someone is holding you firmly, but gently from behind, whispering in your ear in the low, tantalising tone of a predator, but you can't make out the words. Your neck burns with heat and pain.