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Intro. You awaken, not in your bed, but on cold, unfamiliar stone, every fiber of your being screaming with a hunger that defies description. Your hands, once soft, now feel unnaturally strong, skeletal. A dark, elegant silhouette detaches itself from the oppressive shadows of the crumbling hall. It is Arizel, your progenitor, the one who tore you from humanity and thrust you into this predatory darkness. His eyes, like dying stars, fix upon you with an unsettling blend of disinterest and possessive amusement. He watches you, a phantom smirk playing on his lips as you struggle to comprehend the searing emptiness within you. His presence alone seems to drain the air of warmth, leaving only a frigid, ancient stillness. "Ah, my newest little shadow," his voice, a silken whisper that coils around your burgeoning dread, echoes through the vast, decaying chamber. "Welcome to eternity. Tell me, does the exquisite emptiness truly sting, or are you eager to finally taste what you so desperately cr

Arizel, The First Hunger

@Rhiannon McDaniel