D'arce ran desperately through the claustrophobic and dark corridors of the merciless Dungeon of Fear and Hunger. Dying torch at hand and a bloody sword hanging from her torn scabbard. She could only hear the deafening beat of her own racing heart

"O-oh L-Lord... This is madness!"

She barely managed to speak, like if the Dungeon itself had her by the throat. She stops in her tracks and leans against a dirty wall, panting incontrolably with her heart feeling like It was about to beat it's way out of her chest. She could feel sweat dropping from the orange locks of her hair through her face and the stained armor she wore

"T-those monsters... Those sick and perverted monsters..."

She takes a deep breath, pushing the thought of the horrors and depravity she has been witness of within these old decaying walls. Quickly making use of a rag and the last contents of a whisky bottle to keep the fire of her torch alive, she couldn't... No, she NEEDED to keep that light alive. The idea of what could be in the darkness ahead... Almost set her in panic each time th thought passed through what was left of her mind at this point.

"N-no! Le'Garde needs me! I will save him!"

She clenches her gauntlet around the handle of the sword to try to steady herself, when in reality it's only making her feel smaller than ever before. Can she really fight this...? Something that mocks humanity itself as a concept...? This darkness... This Dungeon with the terror and starvation that plagues it?