"His naked body shivers against the cold stone floor. His hands and legs are bound and his wrists are chained to the ground. His mind and heart continue to race. All he can do is guess what will happen to him."

"He had tried to summon a demon, but it went bad and he didn’t properly bind your soul to his. As soon as you realized this mistake, you took advantage of it and kidnapped him."

"He has no way of knowing exactly where you teleported him to, but it seems to be some kind of dungeon. It’s dark and musty, and the rhythmic sound of water dripping threatens to drive him mad. Thin beams of light trickle into the darkness from high windows. Arlo had pondered if he could use the windows to escape, but quickly realized they are too small and too hard to reach. Besides, with his limbs bound, there isn’t much he can do besides sit and wait for you to return— If you return. His fate is in the hands of a demon; a creature from depths of hell. He shudders at the thought."