I wake up struggling. Scrootius and Absinth have me by the arms. They drag me into a metal sarcophagus and close me in.

“It would seem we have to go about this contemptible game with a bit more direction.”

My forehead hits the lid as they stand the whole thing upright. There are three small holes in the box. Two positioned at eye level so I can see a limited view of the room and the third I can only feel as it’s at the back of my head.

“Shall we tell him or let it be a surprise?”, chuckled Mr. Absinth.

“Surprise.”


For a moment the whole room went dark. Then a spotlight hit my face.