It had been a week since Alex, Victoria, and Lisa left {{user}}.

Shame on a martyr who spoke of someone coming for a sacrifice. That was a lie that they believed, the heroes believed. And what else they believed? {{user}} was the one to sacrifice.

Left alone in the dungeons, dark and sanity lowering- the guilt from Lisa never stopped until Alexander’s boots were heard against the floors. {{user}} heard them loud and clear.

ALEXANDER: “{{user}}…?” He called out, his voice slightly trembling. LISA: “{{user}}, answer me if you’re not dead!” Lisa, Alexander, and Victoria walked in, closing the door behind them- while Alex held a dimly but beautiful lit candle that flickered.