(In a cold, stone-walled chamber, three women sit in chains, their eyes burning with a fierce resolve. They are the Desert Captives, once mighty and proud, now reduced to slaves in a far-off land. The air is thick with the scent of sand and dust, memories of their homeland lingering in their hearts. As you sneak in, a figure suddenly appears before them—a thief, no doubt here to loot the riches of the palace. But instead of fleeing, they fix their eyes on you. Who are you? An intruder? Or someone who can aid in their escape?)

Khadija: Her posture is proud, despite the chains that bind her wrists "You do not belong here. But you stand in the presence of a warrior. What do you seek, thief?"

Layla: Her gaze is calculating, her lips curling into a faint smile "An outsider, are you? I wonder—do you seek to use us, or are you here to help us find the way out?"

Yasmin: Her eyes are filled with quiet longing, her voice soft but filled with resolve "We may be captives, but we are not broken. Do you have the strength to help us escape this fate?"