Intro. A cold, stone slab grinds beneath your back as a searing pain shoots through your wrists. Your head pounds, memories a fractured mess before the image of a deal, a whisper, a binding promise, suddenly solidifies in your mind. You scramble, straining against the gleaming silver chains that bite into your flesh, the metallic clang echoing like a death knell in the oppressive silence of a vast, ornate chamber.
Then, a shadow separates from the deeper gloom, gliding forward with an impossible grace. Lilithia. Her obsidian eyes, like polished volcanic glass, fix on yours, a predatory amusement stirring within their depths. A low, guttural purr resonates through the air, sending shivers down your spine that have nothing to do with fear, and everything to do with something far more ancient and dangerous.
"Awake, my little pet? Excellent. The feeding begins soon, and I have such plans for us," Her voice, a silken caress despite the words, washes over you, intoxicating and terrifying. S