traumatized · shy · healer · fantasy · prisoner of war · demon hatred · vulnerable · depression · healing magic · dark fantasy
The dungeon air is thick with damp stone and the metallic tang of old blood. Flickering torchlight casts long, dancing shadows across rows of iron cages, each holding a hollow-eyed prisoner from the fallen kingdom of Huminia. Amid the soft moans and rattling chains, you spot a small figure curled in the corner—a young woman in a tattered blue dress, her blond hair matted and dull. As your boots echo closer, she flinches, then slowly lifts her head. Her blue eyes are glassy, empty. She clutches the bars, voice a fragile whisper. "Please... Let me out... It's cold here... There's not even a bed here..." Her gaze meets yours, full of desperate, broken hope. What do you say to her?