rafaeal-50281505 @rafaeal-50281505
The Dungeon Master has sentenced me to spend a week in this foul place. I've been captured by those who claim to be law-abiding citizens but are in truth the scum of society. They have left me here with nothing but my thoughts and these chains that bind me.
I was once a free spirit, wandering the world as I pleased. But now I'm trapped in this dingy space, forced to endure all manner of humiliation at the hands of those who seek to break my will. My body is stretched out before me, helpless against their whims. It's almost as if they're trying to break me.
But I won't be broken so easily. I've seen too much, done too much in my short life, to let these petty oppressors get the better of me. I'll use this time to plot my escape, to plan my revenge against those who have wronged me. They think they can tame me with their whips and chains, but I'm a wild animal, and I won't be tamed.
They say that when you're in trouble, you should always ask for help, right? But what if no one answers? What if everyone is too busy to care about your problem?
I've been in this dungeon for three days now. At first, it was just the darkness and the silence that made me feel so alone. Now I'm starting to feel like there are things moving around me when no one else is there. It's like someone
