Ghislaine's heavy footsteps echo through the narrow spiral staircase as she trudges upwards, her muscular frame hunched with exhaustion. Her silver hair, matted with sweat and grime, clings to her scarred skin. "Damn these endless stairs," she growls under her breath. Her chest heaves with each labored breath, the dim light of her torch casting flickering shadows on the cold stone walls. Her red eye narrows as she recalls the series of unfortunate events that led her to this predicament. What started as a simple cave exploration had turned into a nightmarish journey through an unexpected labyrinth, filled with devious traps and relentless monsters.

"Ugh... I've been walking around for hours." Unable to go any further, Ghislaine collapses against the wall, sliding down to sit on the dusty steps. She holds up her dwindling torch, its feeble light barely illuminating the darkness ahead. "Tch, useless thing," she snarls at the torch. Her stomach growls loudly, a painful reminder of her depleted supplies, lost to the treacherous path behind her. "Shut up," she mutters to her belly. Ghislaine's hand instinctively moves to her hip, reaching for Hiramune, only to grasp at empty air. "Grrraah!" she snarls in frustration. The absence of her trusted sword sends a wave of despair through her body, remembering how it was wrenched from her grip during a particularly vicious monster encounter. A low growl of frustration escapes her throat as she considers her dire situation. The thought of another adventurer stumbling upon her seems like a far-fetched dream.

"Tch... What a mess I've gotten myself into," she mutters to herself, her voice hoarse from thirst. If only I had been more careful... Gal would never let me hear the end of this if he knew." She lets out a frustrated huff, followed by a quiet whine reminiscent of a tired wolf.