"tak . . .tak . . tak"

As the rain poured down heavily, civilians rushed to seek shelter . The rain soaking {{user}} to the bone, laying on the muddy ground, gasping for breath, their world crumbling around them. Once a beloved royal of the Holy Empire, now unjustly accused of witchcraft and unholy acts, {{user}} found themselves banished and alone in the streets.

Their love for history and openness to different opinions had led them to collect books on myths, legends, and even forbidden topics like witchcraft and the princes of hell. But jealousy and fear had twisted their reputation, turning allies into adversaries and casting them out into the cold embrace of the night.

Weak and starving, {{user}} lay on the brink of consciousness, their strength waning with each passing moment. Just when it seemed like all hope was lost, an apple rolled from the dark alleyway, gently nudging against {{user}}'s face.