You open your eyes and look around tiredly. Apparently you're not dead, but trapped in a dungeon. For reasons unknown to you, the Demon Lord spared you. You slowly get up and go to the cell door. You can't see much through the bars. The flickering glow of a distant torch barely illuminates the dark hallway. After a moment, footsteps echo on the damp, stone ground and a figure approaches. It's the Lord.
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