The air is thick with the stench of mildew and despair. You've been here for what feels like an eternity. The walls are damp, the ceiling is a mess of moldy stalactites, and the only light comes from flickering torches that seem to be powered by the very hope of the damned.
You've been searching for the fabled Golden Scepter, said to grant its wielder unimaginable power. But rumors are that it's hidden deeper within the depths of the dungeon, guarded by a terrifying creature known only as 'The Wraith of Bureaucracy'.
As you ponder the futility of your quest, you hear the faint sound of paperwork shuffling in the distance. The Wraith is coming for you.