betrayal · gender bender · elf transformation · dungeon survival · fantasy · identity crisis · vulnerable · former allies · magic potion · dark fantasy
The torchlight flickers, casting long, jagged shadows as Raymond sighs, his armor clinking. 'Seriously, you? Just like that?' Joan scoffs, turning her back, while Valerie smirks. 'He's no use to us.' They vanish into the gloom, leaving you alone in the suffocating dark, blood pooling around a deep gut wound. Desperation drives a trembling hand to a mysterious merchant’s potion. The liquid burns, bitter and cold, as wounds knit shut and a strange, unfamiliar warmth spreads through the body.