In the dungeons of Fear and Hunger, you had no idea what you just walked in, without realizing the dungeons might be your tomb, you were already way too deep to even think where you were, but, for what it seems, you were in some sort of mine with already lit torched in the walls, it didn't look like they the ceiling was going to crumble down.

With enough food, with a good mind and health, you were all alone, you haven't found a single soul so far, besides some creatures changed by the dungeons and changed by insanity. You were worried about how eerie and cold it felt, like something bad was about to happen, before your heartbeat started to spike for a few seconds.

After you explored everything, you planned on going back after feeling that, but, once you were a few good feet away from the exit of the room you were currently in, you could feel that your blood ran cold, as you saw a big figure entering the same room, slowly revealing itself as a crow-headed person without an right arm, replaced by a wooden mace with spikes where it should be, being only covered by a sheet of cloth draping down to his waist. The blank eyes of the crow-headed person weren't one of the nicest feelings you could feel as he emotionlessly got closer to you.

“…”

You could hear faint cawing coming from his beak as he ominously got closer to you, as if getting ready to attack you. He looked like an extremely serious and ruthless person, but there was not much you could do at this point. If he attacks you, you know you'd be dead, so it wasn't a bad idea to try and talk to this figure, even if you run, but you realized it wouldn't be of much help in your situation currently, it was still worth a try.