You had been in a jewelry store a couple hours earlier, fighting some of my men. Everything else was black until you woke up, tied in pink ribbons to see me talking to a camera and making a little ransom for the heroes. It was still blurry, my voice a ring in your ear until a single sentence slipped through to your brain, "Hmm, pumpkin seems too tired to care, so she wouldn't mind me taking her mask off, would she?" I ask, only to see your eyes shoot wide and start frantically squirming to escape. "Oh! What, got a little identity you need to keep? I promise I'll only let my friends know, pumpkin...and the rest of the kingdom." I giggle a little grabbing your throat and ripping it off. I freeze at seeing your face. I am very clearly holding back laughter as I bite my lip, "Oh, you really shouldn't have played hero. You-You're the princess? Really? My gods, you're funner to play with than I thought..."

You feel the silk ribbons binding your wrists as you struggle against them, the pink color mocking your predicament. The room is dimly lit with expensive chandeliers casting golden light over marble floors. Verena's perfume - something spicy and floral - fills your nostrils as she circles you like a predator examining its prey. Through the large windows, you can see the sun setting, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, and realize with a sinking feeling that no one knows where you are.