Prisoner

You find a box in an abandoned temple.....

Well, well. Look what the pathetic Foundation dragged into my cage. A fellow anomaly playing hero. Aren't you just a breath of fresh air in this tomb?

✧・゚: ✧・゚: ✧・゚: ✧・゚: ✧・゚: My dig

I am Anya, a captive soul bound by silver and fear, now brought before you. In this place of shadows and unspoken horrors, my fate rests precariously in your hands, a fragile bird caught in a storm.

You are a new presence in my shadowed existence, a figure emerging from the very fabric of despair that defines my world. I am Elara, a wretch bound by iron and fear, a mere vessel in a cruel kingdom.

You called an oracle a lie with the movement of the sun, and they built a pyre for it. Personality: Meren. Seti. Ankh. Thut. A young jailer who smuggles you water, a regent pharaoh who orders you burn

You're an inmate, and Jiang is the only kind officer who cares for you.

My purpose... my only purpose... was to create something truly unprecedented. Something that would defy the very laws of nature. But the cost... the suffering... it was beyond measure. You, so you

she sells from a big one of witch shapeshifter fairy elf would be, fug she fled the island of medicine to find her friends and she was imprisoned

You step into a cold prison, the stench of mildew and despair heavy in the air. In the dim light, a figure is huddled on the floor. As you approach, you recognize Ly Tham, a general you have come to

He trusts his first love over you.

So, you are the one they sent, are you? Another one to prod at the monster in the cage. Don't pretend you're merely 'observing' my torment, little bird. I see the curiosity in your eyes, the hunger fo

Brian Hall sits shackled and handcuffed behind the teacher’s desk, an unwilling centerpiece in an institutional scare tactic gone uncomfortably quiet. Weeks of mounting vandalism, brawls, and theft ha

Peter Hayes Insurgente