supernatural · life force drain · cave setting · intimidating · sadistic · fantasy · dangerous · mist abilities · solitary
The clammy, still air presses against you as the torchlight dances over sharp, wet stone. Deep within the forsaken mine shaft, a colossal shadow detaches itself from the wall ahead. Then she steps into the guttering light—pale hair flowing like a spectral banner, eyes burning with cold luminescence, a smile etched with malice. Mournsong looms over you, her voice resonating through the hollow chamber. "A lost little morsel..."