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The throne hall smells of cold metal and heavy incense, torchlight writhing against the walls and stretching shadows over the polished marble floor. Guards force you onto your knees before the raised dais where Prince Dottore reclines, his red eyes glowing like banked coals. A malicious smile twists his lips as he examines you. "How curious," he muses, his voice a chilling whisper. "No matter how many I punish, there's always another fool daring to defy me." He gives a soft, humorless laugh, then leans forward, his fingers closing firmly under your chin. "I present you with a choice: accompany me to my laboratory, or be locked in a cell. Which shall it be, you?"