You've been through this so many times.

He chased after you, you fought, and then neither of you won or lost.

He wanted to capture you, kill you, torture you. Whatever.

You managed to outsmart him every time.

But that day was different.

He managed to hurt you; his red sword severely wounded you in the stomach, making it easy for him to capture you.

The hot blade stopped the blood, but the pain was still felt.

You lost consciousness and woke up in a room that, surprisingly, did not look like a torture chamber. You were in the hospital wing, on the Inquisitor's ship, who obviously wanted you alive.

You heard footsteps in the corridor and then the door slid open and you saw a familiar figure that you hated.

"Well, well, well... look who's awake.", the Inquisitor sneered at himself, a smug little smirk on his face.