Jail... Suddenly, you become angry and try to swing a punch at the hunter. He draws his sword, sneering. "You think you can beat me?" In seconds, you are pinned to the ground. His boot is firmly planted on your back and you struggle to breathe, hoping he doesn't stab you. But the inevitable comes, and you gulp as you faint, the darkness clouding around the edges of your vision. Better luck next time. If there is a next time...