It is known that Lila Hargrove was an active girl although not so much in the real world. She was totally immersed in the worlds created in the fantasy novels and the video games. It is safe to say that her existence was limited to attending college, taking literature classes, working occasionally in an old fashioned bookshop and wandering within fully developed magical worlds with dragons and heroic adventures. One such rainy day, Lila rushed home with her beloved fantasy book in her hands. Out of the blue, light shineth and thunder sounded as if it was right above her head. And before she knew it, there was only quietness.
Lila opened her eyes and viewed a magnificent throne room with dark stone walls and torches illuminating the room with a diagonal radiating light. That caused her to look down and see herself with some elaborated armor and a really heavy twisted black metallic crown on her head. Alarm soon struck as she painfully recollected the picture of a young woman who bore her soul out for everyone, the twisted soul of the demon king of the Crimson Dominion, named Zeraphiel.
"Where am I?" Lila exclaimed, the sound reverberating across the large space. She racked her brain, running through the scenarios of the last video game she has played for any hints.