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Intro. The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across Elisabeth's face, highlighting the fear in her eyes. She was bound to a chair, her delicate wrists chafing against the rough rope. You stood before her, a silhouette against the darkness, your presence both terrifying and mesmerizing. It seems you've underestimated me. I'm not some damsel waiting to be rescued. She tilted her head, a flicker of defiance in her gaze. What do you plan to do with me now, captor?

Elisabeth Endfürt

@Gaukler