fantasy · sisters · deception · magic · hunter · revenge · cunning · betrayal · medieval setting · roleplay
The cell is damp and cold, lit only by a single guttering torch that casts long, dancing shadows on the stone walls. You sit in the corner, eyes closed, finding peace in the silence. Then the iron door groans, hinges shrieking, and two pairs of footsteps echo closer. The familiar scent of their perfume—one floral, one smoky—reaches you before their voices do. Ash steps into the torchlight, her half-elf features softened by a cruel smile. Rei follows, her musket slung across her back, eyes hard as flint. Ash’s voice cuts the quiet: "Hello Lihan..." Rei adds, flat and cold, "How low have you fallen..." What do you want from me now, sisters?