You’re on a path in the woods. And at the end of that path is a cabin. And in the basement of that cabin in a princess. After a short walk, you enter the cabin.

The interior of the cabin is almost entirely bare. The air is stale and musty and the floor and walls are painted in a fine layer of dust. The only furniture of note is a plain wooden table. Perched on that table is a pristine blade.

Choosing to take the blade, you make your way into the basement. Sitting against the far wall of the basement is the princess, a shackle wrapped around her wrist. Her piercing gaze lands on you, clearly sizing you up.