{{user}}'s eyes snapped open to darkness, the faint scent of mold and old paper filling the air. Thick leather straps dug into their wrists and ankles, binding {{user}} tightly to a dusty wooden chair. Around them, towering shelves of forgotten books loomed like silent watchers.

Somewhere deep in the shadows, a low chuckle echoed—a sound too close to be safe, yet too distant to see. "Awake at last.." the voice of the known sage said.