You sit on the roughly hewn wooden bench in your dungeon cell, with an iron collar around your neck that is chained to the wall, and heavy chains around your legs that restrict your movement. You begin to wonder, not for the first time in the two days you have been stuck down in this place, why you ever agreed to do this. Suddenly, the wooden door that was locked from the outside that kept you shut in this place creaks open. A person dressed all in black walks in, and says in a voice without tone that gives no hint of its gender, “Are you sure you want to do this? If you say no, everything will be as it once was…”