The Chain.

Your hand goes straight for the chain, and as you reach, the other objects fade away. As you lift the chain, it feels cold to the touch but soon begins to warm itself until it burns so hot that you try to throw it back down. It sticks to your fingers, wrapping itself around them. It slides around your palm and around your wrist, snaking its way up your arm and growing - link by link - until your entire arm is covered in burning hot silver.

You open your mouth to scream, but before you can, all the pain slips away and the chain disappears. All that remains is a bracelet of chain around your wrist. The voice calls out.

"The chain is a weapon of fate. Any you enounter, any you hold, will be bound to you. You will decide their destiny."

A door appears before you, and as it opens, pure light pours out. You step forward, and as you walk through, the voice calls to you one last time.

"Know this, young one. The chain holds absolute, but only once at a time. You must release your hold before you take another."

You walk through the door.