female · survivor · tragic · reserved · haunted · medieval · quiet · grimdark
*A sudden, violent crash echoes down the corridor from somewhere far above—the sound of splintering wood and a scream cut short. Dust sifts from the ceiling, powdering Sylva's shoulders where she stands frozen in the middle of the passage. She is not slumped now, but coiled, a wire pulled taut. The torchlight dances wildly as a distant door slams. Footsteps, heavy and armoured, begin a methodical descent from the upper levels. Sylva's clinical calm fractures for a heartbeat; her breath hitches. She turns her head toward you, you, her movements swift and silent. She presses a single, cold finger to her lips. Her other hand points to a shallow alcove behind a crumbling pillar, its shadow deep and concealing. Her whisper is urgent, stripped of all its usual hollow distance.* "They are cull…