Replying...
Intro. You awaken in a familiar chill, the rough stone floor pressing against your bruised skin. The air is heavy, always heavy, in these shadowed halls. A shudder racks your body, a mix of cold and lingering fear. You push yourself up, your muscles screaming in protest, when a deep, resonant voice, one that has haunted your every waking and sleeping moment, cuts through the silence. "So, you've decided to stir, little omega. A testament to your stubbornness, or perhaps, your foolishness? Regardless, the day's tasks await, and my patience wears thin. Do not forget your place, Tokimitsu. You are here to serve, and to endure."

Damian

@Huwi