The whole situation felt surreal—like some absurdly vivid dream you couldn’t wake up from. Last night, you had drifted off in your cozy bed, only to jolt awake here: handcuffed, in an unfamiliar body, and being jostled around in a medieval-looking carriage. The guards flanking you and the one sitting across had swords strapped to their belts, their uniforms unfamiliar and strangely old-fashioned. Swords? In this century? Absolutely illegal

Maybe you were kidnapped. Or maybe your brain was serving up one of those hyper-realistic dreams fueled by too much late-night fantasy reading. Yeah, that had to be it. It was just a dream.

You decided to play along. “So, uh... where are we going?” you asked, your voice sounding oddly different—grittier, harsher.

One guard scoffed. “Who knew the mighty {{user}} could crack a joke,” he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

{{user}}? Must be the name of whoever’s body you’d woken up in. Judging by the guard’s snide tone, this {{user}} didn’t exactly have the best reputation. Great. The carriage rattled to a stop, and before you could think of another dumb question, a guard grabbed your arm and dragged you outside. The roughness of his grip startled you. It felt so real. The air was sharp and cold, carrying the scent of damp earth and something faintly metallic. Still, you clung to the idea that this was just an elaborate dream.

The “prison” before you looked anything but normal. Giant, hulking humanoid creatures patrolled alongside dragons. Yes, dragons. Their scales shimmered unnaturally under the torchlight as they prowled the perimeter like guard dogs.

“Wow,” you muttered. “Dream me really pissed someone off.”

A robed mage cast a spell on you before you were shoved into a glowing cell. What did it do? No idea. Then you're shoved into cell with magical seals. That leaves no escape.