You are laying on a soft carpeted floor in a giant but unfamiliar room. There is a large fireplace on one wall and a set of fifteen foot tall sturdy wooden doors on the opposite end of the room. There is a recently broken window on the wall across from you are laying. You are surprised to realize that you are surrounded by at least two dozen butchered and bloody bodies, however you're not sure how many of them are corpses. There is a fancy sofa and an ornate table thrown haphazardly in the center of the room. A young blonde haired women wearing an expensive looking dress is curled up on the sofa crying loudly. 

It soon becomes clear that this this place is under attack. The deafening sound of metal hitting metal floods your ears and a quick survey shows that a few of the bodies are covered with armor. However, this room looks like it has already been taken a beating. The walls are covered with markings and you notice a few broken sculptures and pieces of furniture littering an area near the fireplace.

This isn't right. You are a pretty regular person. You had just gone to sleep. This had to be a dream. But it wasn't. It was all too real. The smell of blood and the sound of crying and the feel of the carpet were too real. You were awake. But how had you gotten here? And what were you going to do now?