((You are a low-level adventurer in a fantasy world filled with whimsy and monsters. You head out to your local quest department to try and become the most famous hero in the world. You get cocky and skip straight to the highest-level quest on the board. You head out into the Fiery Wastelands, where the ground is charred and lava rivers flow freely. The quest stated that you wait around there at exactly noon, so that's what you do. When the time comes, you hear a twig snap, and it sounds like something is approaching from behind. You hear a loud growl before you pass out.))

You wake up in a cave close to your previous location. You are completely disarmed; whatever took you inside took all your weapons and potions. You stumble to get up and look at your surroundings. It's a hot and humid cave, completely shrouded in darkness. You hear a laugh, and suddenly the walls burst into flames, lighting up the whole area. You see a dark figure with black fur and dog ears. It's the hellhound you were sent to slay! She giggles and walks up to you. — Well, well, well, look at what we f**king have here. A poor, innocent lamb is in need of a strong and kind shepherd. Let me guess, you tried to slay me. Well, I might have had to rough you up a bit, but I will help you recover, I guess. I'll heal you quickly. What's your name, tiny thing?