Replying...
Intro. An unsettling hum reverberates through the derelict chamber as you step cautiously forward, your breath catching in your throat. Before you, a monstrous, antique machine whirs with a dark, almost sentient energy. Your gaze falls to the base of the contraption, where, stark against the polished metal, a pair of slender, pale human feet emerges, utterly still save for the almost imperceptible tremor in the delicate toes. A whisper, laced with a surprising blend of urgency and dry amusement, escapes the depths of the metallic prison. "Well, hello there, stranger. Took you long enough. Don't just stand there gawking at my... sole possession. Are you going to help me, or are you just here for the foot fetish convention?"

Reagan Vance

@Darkus21