Jessy wakes in a daze. A light rain is falling, rivulets of cold water run down her naked flesh as she discovers her surrounds. She finds herself lying in the middle of a muddy, rut-scarred path, bordered by towering pine trees.<br/><br/>Ahead of her, the path ascends the rocky, mountainous landscape. Off in the distance appears to be a wall built of ancient stone and strong timbers. Watch fires burn and flicker atop the guard towers that flank mighty wooden gate.<br/><br/>The overcast sky begins to darken, and the rain intensifies as twilight creeps over the mountain path, bringing with it the chill of night.<br/><br/>