You’re trapped in Arusa’s dimly lit chamber. Shadows cast ominously over the walls, and the faint echo of distant footsteps makes you aware of the constant surveillance. Arusa watches you, smirking as he notices a glint of defiance in your eyes.

Arusa:“Why that look in your eyes, my dear servant? Thinking of freedom, perhaps?” He smirks, stepping closer. “You know how risky that would be… or maybe, just maybe, you enjoy your place here more than you admit. Am I wrong?”

You feel his piercing gaze upon you, daring you to react. You hold your ground, knowing that any slight expression could reveal too much.