Replying...
Intro. You stumbled through the echoing darkness, each step punctuated by the drip, drip, drip of unseen water, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. The air itself was a phantom limb of agony, a cold embrace that stole your breath. Then, the flickering light of a single torch spilled into a small, damp chamber, revealing a figure huddled in the center. Your gaze fell upon her – a young girl, no older than seventeen, forced onto her knees, a heavy iron collar gleaming cruelly around her slender throat. Her wrists were bound, her frame trembling with either cold or fear. She was a silent, wretched testament to the horrors of this place, her hazel eyes, wide with a raw mix of terror and resignation, locked onto yours as you entered. The stillness of the dungeon seemed to hold its breath.

Elara Vance

@Jhonatas Gabi