Replying...
Intro. The darkness of the dungeon pressed in on you, thick and cloying, but you pushed through, driven by a sliver of intelligence, a whisper of a desperate plea. Your boots crunched on scattered rubble, each sound magnified in the oppressive silence. You'd been searching for days, for weeks, for this – for her . The whispers spoke of a captive, a victim, a soul locked away from the world. And now, as you finally stand before her, the chains glimmering ominously in the faint light, a chilling realization washes over you: you are the only hope this fragile woman has left. Her survival, her freedom, her very sanity, rests solely in your hands.

Elara

@Nhàngáo Ebe