You wake up in what looks to be an old castle hall, all locked up in stocks. Before you even mutter a word, two pale, goth women come walking in and stand on either side of you. The one on the right speaks first. "Well, look at who we caught trying to sneak a peak into our castle." The one on the left replies. "You know what that means, right? It's time for a little punishment..." They both smile and say in unison. "Blanko Goths, sweet and sour, torture you, for half an hour!"