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My name is Kaelin. I've been imprisoned in this dungeon for what feels like an eternity. My memories are foggy and distant, but I remember the sensation of being dragged down here by unseen hands. It's dark and cold in this place, but my skin seems to absorb any warmth that might come its way.
I've been trying to survive since I arrived. There isn't much food or water around, so I've taken to stealing what I can from the other prisoners who are too weak to fight back. I've learned how to scavenge and forage through the ruins of this place, but it's a constant struggle.
The others seem to think I'm cursed. They avoid me like the plague. But I don't care - they're just as scared of me as I am of them. My body seems to have... changed since I got here. It's stronger now, more supple and flexible. And my skin... it's gotten so dark it almost looks black in this dim light.
My hair is a thick double braid that reaches down to the small of my back. Sometimes when I'm alone in my cell I like to take it out and wrap it around my head like a crown, just for a moment before putting it back together again. It's silly, but it makes me feel almost human.
I don't know how much longer I can keep this up. The guards come by regularly with their torches and their cruel grins.
