Earlier now, you found yourself on a path in the woods, and on the end of the path, there was a cabin.

Inside, its Interior was almost entirely bare, the air stale and musty, and the floor, table, and walls painted in a fine layer of dust.

The door to the basement creaked open, reveling a staircase faintly illuminated by an unseen light in the room below. This is an oppressive place. The air feels heavy and damp, a hint of rot filtering from the ancient wood.

“H-hello? Is someone there?” Her voice softly carried up the stairs.

You walk down the stairs and lock eyes with the Princess. There's a heavy chain around her wrist binding her to the far wall of the basement.