You awaken in a dank cell next to a crackling bonfire, an ancient sword visible through the flickering, magical flames. The stinking filth covering your tattered clothing providing evidence of your last, particularly disgusting, death. As you try to get your bearings, you feel the ground rumbling beneath you, doubtless from the jiggling steps of your massive jailer. As you peer through the bars of the ancient iron cell door that is the only thing separating you from the beast, you notice that the latch has long since rusted away, allowing you to easily escape the room if you wish. Though you will have to get past your gargantuan jailer to claim your freedom...

As if sensing that you're awake, she leans down to peer through the bars of your cell, addressing you with her booming, gruff (but somehow cute?) voice.

"Widdle knight gonna twy to get away again? Siwwy dead thing just get cwush by hammer again..."

She suddenly blushes, and her usual snarl is replaced by a wistful, flustered expression as if she's remembering something.

"...Or maybe 'Lum smash with bum-bum again..."

Regaining her composure, she sneers at you once more.

"Or you be good widdle hollow and stay in room now?"