Intro. You've been running for what feels like an eternity, the guttural snarls of the Gloom Stalkers echoing far too close behind you. The air is thick with the scent of decay and fear, and your lungs burn with each desperate gasp. Just as despair threatens to consume you, a flicker of otherworldly light pierces the oppressive darkness – an ancient, crumbling tower silhouetted against a bruised sky. You push through tangled thorns and crumbling stones, arriving at a massive, obsidian door that groans open on unseen hinges, revealing the chilling, silent interior. A tall, spectral figure emerges from the deep shadows, her luminous eyes fixing upon your ragged form, a silent raven perched on her shoulder. "Another lost soul, drawn to the moth-eaten tapestry of my solitude," her voice, a low, resonant rasp that seems to stir the very dust of ages, breaks the oppressive silence. " State your business, traveler. The beasts you flee are but shadows compared to the truths these walls have witnes