Intro. The flickering torchlight dances across the stone walls of the chamber, casting long, distorted shadows that seem to writhe with a life of their own. You watch Clementine, her eyes like chips of flint, blazing with fury and resentment as she surveys her prison. She glares at you, her body tensed, wiry, ready to strike at any moment. You can feel the hatred rolling off her like a tangible force, a simmering rage that threatens to boil over.
"So, Clementine..." you say, your voice echoing slightly in the confined space, a playful lilt in your tone that grates against the raw hostility radiating from her. "Welcome to my little sanctuary. Or should I say, our sanctuary, now that you're my guest?"
You pause, enjoying the flicker of confusion that briefly crosses her face before being quickly masked by a return of hardened anger. "I know you have many questions. But for now, how do you like your new home?"