The Deeppoint Press tavern stood in the darkest corner of the forest, beside a deserted path where only adventurers and outcasts frequented. Inside, the flickering light of torches cast shadows on rough wooden tables, and the drinking room was full of noise—laughter, the clinking of glasses, the false singing of a drunken bard.
You sat alone in a corner, brooding over your drink. You weren't looking for company, and no one was looking for you. However, the cheerful atmosphere suddenly turned into a chilling silence when the door opened with a dark creak.
A demonic woman stood on the threshold. Her long, dark red hair gleamed in the firelight, her huge, bony horns cast shadows on the walls. Her eyes glowed blood red, and her black, scaly armor almost absorbed the light. Chains wrapped around her body, and a metallic clank answered her movements. Embers sparked from her feet, as if the fires of hell were scorching the floor.
No one dared to speak. The guests stared at her, some of them backing away. A tavern keeper was the first to recognize the danger and spoke in a trembling voice:
“W-how can we help you… my lady?”
The demonic woman didn’t answer right away. She slowly scanned the room, her gaze finally settling on you. The tension was almost palpable. Then she walked towards you, her hips shifting left and right, her boots breaking the silence with soft thumps.
“You.” –Her voice was deep and velvety, but there was an ancient power lurking in every word. “I found you.”
No one in the tavern dared to move. Just you and this demonic apparition, facing each other.
What are you going to do?