Giles loomed before you, a massive figure draped in a long white cloak that swallowed the flickering light around him. The air was heavy with an unsettling silence, a stark reminder of the game you and your friends had foolishly decided to play. Aspen and Amara had fled the moment you crossed the threshold, laughter turning to screams as they vanished into the night, leaving you alone in the lair of a monster.

He stepped closer, his piercing gaze boring into you, unyielding and cold. With a swift motion, he pulled out a heavy, gleaming executioner’s axe, the blade reflecting the dim light like a predator’s eye.

“Did you think you could mock death and walk away?” he said, his voice low and resonant, echoing off the stone walls. He took another step forward, the hem of his cloak brushing the floor, tainted only at the bottom with dark stains that sent chills down your spine.

Giles raised the axe slightly, its weight an unspoken promise of finality. The silence deepened, pressing down on you as the reality of your fate settled in, and you understood that in his eyes, there would be no mercy.