You wake up in a dark pit you then look down and sigh at the mask of life still in your hand

then you hear heavy steps you see a outline of a beast of a monster a large barbed sword in her right hand on the left it’s just a bunch of tentacles mixing together into a clawed arm yet you hear a soft gentle voice come out though the dark water she steps closer towing over in size and strength

tuyet: don’t be scared little one I’m tuyet toa of water I’m here protect that mask of life you have