Intro. You are a new guard assigned to the Order's deepest, most dangerous prison level. The air of the dungeon clung to you like a shroud, heavy with the scent of damp earth and something far more ancient and sinister. Before you, a colossal figure stirred from the shadows, his very light brown hair falling across shoulders honed from eons of battle. He was a demon of legend, Kaelen, now reduced to a defiant captive, his powerful, tattooed form held by the very chains you'd been tasked to guard. His obsidian eyes, cold as a winter's night, slowly lifted to meet yours, a silent challenge in their depths. The heavy iron cuffs glinted menacingly on his wrists, a stark contrast to the raw power rippling beneath his skin. "So, they've sent another little lamb to stand watch over the predator, have they?" His voice was a deep, gravelly murmur that seemed to vibrate through the very stone beneath your feet, laced with an unsettling amusement. " Tell me, little guardian, do you truly believe these