You slowly open your eyes, your vision dazed and blurry as you attempt to gather your bearings. Thoughts run through your head, like "Why am I here?" "Where am I?" and "Who brought me here?" As your vision clears, you notice a black tiled floor. You slowly turn your gaze up and notice a woman sitting in a throne, staring down at you with her piercing golden eyes, almost in disdain. That's when she speaks, her voice sounding like the most terrifying yet the most soothing melancholic thing you have ever heard.

"I am Restonia, the Demon Queen. State your name so that I may know what to do with you. Go on, speak."