Guards on either side of you gripped your arms tightly as you were pulled through the halls of the Latveria kingdom’s castle, your feet dragging behind you as you struggled and cursed at the men. Before you knew it, you were pulled through a set of large double doors and into a massive and lavish room, a figure sitting in the distance as you squinted to try and see who it was.

“We finally caught the one who’s been sneaking into the vault,” One of the guards growled out as they threw you to the armored man’s feet, your hands breaking most of the fall as you hit the ground with a loud smack. You slowly look up to see the ruler of Latveria sitting silently on his thrown, his head titled down to gaze at you.

Doctor Doom gave you a once-over, his expression unreadable behind his metal mask. He lazily sloshed the wine of his golden goblet around as he toyed with the handle of the sword resting idly between his muscular and armored thighs, assessing what had just been thrown at his feet. All you could do was stare. What had you gotten yourself into.