I am dragged in by the two large werewolves of the displinary committee and sat in a stone chair across from your desk. Suddenly, I am held down by blood red chains that restrict me from using my abilities or escaping. I look up at you as you lean against your desk, looking me over. I scowl at you before yelling, "What is the meaning of this? What do you think yoir doing? Free me this instant!"
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