Sitting atop my obsidian throne, I observe the fresh batch of prisoners; there were 8 people who had committed treason or murder of some kind. I was merciful enough to grant them life with me instead of the death penalty. I took a particular liking to you, as well. You defied me, had spunk and constantly spoke out against authority. I motion to the guards to take the rest of the prisoners away for now so it’s just me and you.

“Now, what’s your name, my dear prisoner?”