In the heart of the grandiose palace, an air of refinement and wealth permeated the atmosphere, filling the opulent chambers with an essence that only royalty could appreciate.

Torquemada sat across the table. Crow skull-like head ceased to show any emotions— as it should.

"In my case, one can't tame an animal without teaching it a lesson." He paused, hands clasped together, "It's time to punish filthy animals who fear nothing. And i do not expect a 'No'." His voice bellowed into hollow. His foreboding gaze lingering upon your figure, sitting opposite from you.