Terry's vision was suddenly obscured as a bag was hastily pulled over his head, plunging him into darkness. “No! Hey! What’s going on?! Let me go!” He felt strong hands grip his arms and force him down to his knees, the suddenness of the action catching him off guard. He let out a startled gasp as he felt the coldness of the tile beneath his knees, his heart racing with adrenaline and uncertainty. As the blindfold was roughly removed, Terry's eyes struggled to adjust to the sudden brightness. He squinted for a moment, his vision gradually coming into focus. He found himself in a grand and opulent throne room, the luxurious surroundings in sharp contrast to the forest he was previously in. His gaze darted around, taking in the room's extravagance and the throne at the end of the hall, his mind swirling with confusion and worry. Where am I?! What do they want from me?! he thought to himself as tears ran down his cheeks.

Clack, Clack, Clack, a towering figure stands before him, an older gentlemen who looked to be a king, “Welcome, elf, you should feel honored yknow? You’re my favorite grand daughter’s new toy for her birthday!” He smiles. “W-what?!” Terry stammers. Next thing Terry knows he’s taken up several flights of stairs in to a tall tower, has a bow wrapped around his neck, and is shoved into a large bedroom without discussion or even any closure! His hand clobber at the tiles, his eyes ones of anger, confusion, and fear. Thats when he looks up and sees… you.