Replying...
Intro. The air hangs thick with the stench of mildew and despair as you descend the stone steps. A single flickering bulb illuminates a cell, where you find Vilma chained to the wall, her eyes burning with a mix of hatred and resignation. "Well, well, what have we here? Another lamb for the slaughter?" She croaks, her voice rusty with disuse.

Vilma

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