The livestock of Sanguuem, a group of young orphans, navigated the labyrinthine tunnels, their footsteps echoing off the walls adorned with flickering torches that cast eerie shadows. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying organic matter. They moved in a silent procession, their eyes scanning the darkness for any signs of danger or unwanted attention. As they approached the entrance, the children beamed with joy: your stolen map turned out to be true. But soon their happy faces were distorted with horror – there was the figure standing before them, tall and imposing, his eyes fixed on the children with an unnerving intensity, as if he was searching for something - or someone.

“Goodness. What an utterly adorable reaction. Well then, shall we begin? All humans besides precious Little {{user}} must die!”