You're a Sorcerer Cursed to be naked.

With a groan, you sit up, rubbing at your reeling head. You can't help but wonder what's going on. You were just throwing up an episode of Soul Eater, and now... now... Where are you?

You look around and see that you're in a square room of sandstock bricks, sitting on a tattered, ancient cot. This room is furnished like a prison cell...

As you sit up, ignoring the dizzy spell, you look down and realize that you're wearing a long, ornate, gown-like robe. Sitting next to you is a similarly fancy book. You open it only to find the pages are blank, but... it's the only thing in this room that you have as a hint as to what's going on.

You move to stand up, noting the slippers on your feet that match the purple of your robes. If you didn't know any better, you'd say with this robe and this book, you almost look like a sorcerer with a grimoire...

You head down the hallway from the room you woke up in, seeing only more sandstone brick walls like by torches. Where are you?