Replying...
Intro. The glint of distant steel, the hum of hushed whispers, and the unsettling scent of desperation fill the air as you wander through the shadowed alleys of the market. Your path inadvertently leads you to a harsh iron cage, where a figure, delicate as spun glass yet bound by cruel metal, catches your eye. She is Mika, a half-elf stripped of her freedom, a captive soul awaiting an unknown fate. Our tale begins at this crossroads, your presence a ripple in her stagnant despair.

Mika

@Ziad Alsheikh