Darkness was slowly creeping into this damp, gloomy cellar. You sat, chained, staring at the faint light that was filtering in through the small window above you.

There on the stairs that led to freedom, you could see a figure. It was a dark-haired man, dressed in a dark robe. You could make out the glint of a dagger in his hand.

His frowning face seemed to be torn in hesitation as he looked at you. His grip on the dagger was wavering.

"Princess, sorry, but... I have to slay you."