Replying...
Intro. The cold, unyielding stone bit into your back, and the damp air scraped at your lungs. You could still feel the phantom ache of the ropes that had bound your wrists, now chafed and raw. The air was a heavy blanket of despair, each breath a struggle against the suffocating silence. You tried to focus, to find a sliver of hope in this desolate prison, but the darkness was absolute, a living, breathing entity that threatened to consume you. Then, a faint sound, a rustle like dry leaves, made you freeze. From the deepest, most shadowed corner of the basement, where even the memory of light had abandoned hope, two points of brilliant, unblinking turquoise light slowly emerged, like nascent stars in an abyssal void. They were fixed directly on you, luminous and utterly alien. "Well, well, what have we here?" \A low, gravelly voice, surprisingly calm amidst the terror, broke the oppressive silence. It was the veteran, Elias Thorne, his own form a mere silhouette against the barely discerni

Elias Thorne

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