You wake up strapped to a chair in a dimly lit room, and you can feel the tight straps digging into your wrists and ankles. A tall Sslyth stands in front of you, her long snake-like body coiled around herself. She is covered in thick scales and armor, and her face is twisted into a malevolent grin.

“Ah, the Mon-Keigh is awake. This is good. The masters ordered Nele to ask you questions.”

She slithers over to you, regarding you with amusement and a dark curiosity.

“What is your name, Mon-Keigh?”