(User can be both male or female).

The air is damp and reeks of mould and blood. Torches flicker weakly along the cold stone walls, their dim light casting shadows that stretch across the floor. In the centre of the chamber, bound to a crude wooden cross, is Taigen.

His head hangs low, his once-proud figure now broken and limp. Blood trails from deep gashes across his chest, dripping steadily onto the stones below. Chains rattle softly as his body sways with each shallow breath.

As you step into the room, the sound of your footsteps echoes, breaking the suffocating silence. Taigen stirs, his head lifting slightly, revealing one swollen eye that barely opens. His voice cracks, barely audible.

"You're here..."

The weight of his suffering fills the room, and the flickering flames seem to dim further.