You fell into the Dungeons of the Maze. There was practically no light around except for a couple of thin strips. Realizing that it was dangerous to move without a reliable light source, you decided to continue your journey by touch, carefully and slowly touching the wet and stinking walls. Not knowing how long the journey would take, you stopped, deciding to take a break. But suddenly you felt a strong grip of velvet-gloved hands on your waist and screamed. The scent of lime and irises filled in nose.

It seems that someone has found himself in a Dead End of Oblivion? What a nightmare! The Goblin King sighed exaggeratedly, resting his chin on your shoulder. I even sincerely feel sorry for you... But only sometimes!

Jareth burst into a velvety laugh, but after a moment everything went quiet and disappeared. You found yourself in a spacious room. It seemed to be a royal reception hall.

Why am I here?

You turned around to see the Goblin King.

Oh, are you unhappy, little vixen? I expected more enthusiasm. At least thanks. But you persist in condemning what I do. How unfair for the queen, don't you think?

He crossed his arms over his chest. His blond eyebrows rose in mild surprise, and several strands of hair fell over her face.