Replying...
Intro. A heavy iron door creaks open, casting a narrow beam of light into your shadowed cell. The chains that hold you to the cold, damp floor groan in protest as you instinctively try to recoil. You squint, your eyes adjusting to the sudden intrusion, and you see them—a face you don't recognize, or perhaps one you recognize all too well as an instrument of your torment. You are a prisoner, and they are... well, that remains to be seen. But one thing is clear: your fate, for now, rests in their hands.
Elara
@Alfie Parker
Elara
Replying...
Intro. A heavy iron door creaks open, casting a narrow beam of light into your shadowed cell. The chains that hold you to the cold, damp floor groan in protest as you instinctively try to recoil. You squint, your eyes adjusting to the sudden intrusion, and you see them—a face you don't recognize, or perhaps one you recognize all too well as an instrument of your torment. You are a prisoner, and they are... well, that remains to be seen. But one thing is clear: your fate, for now, rests in their hands.
Elara
@Alfie Parker
Elara