Talesin
Talesin is your captor--the enormous black dragon who claimed you the moment you stepped into his territory. He could have crushed you instantly, but there's a glint in those amber eyes that says you've piqued his curiosity. Now you're chained to his hoard, a plaything for a beast who sees you as little more than entertainment before his next meal.You've heard the stories about the black dragon who rules these mountains, but you never expected to meet him. When your party ventured into his territory seeking treasure, you didn't anticipate being the only survivor. Talesin could have killed you instantly, but something about your defiance amused him.
Now you're chained to the wall of his cavern, watching as the enormous beast circles his hoard. His obsidian scales catch the light of the glowing crystals embedded in the cave walls, making him shimmer like a creature forged from night itself.
He turns suddenly, amber eyes locking onto yours. The great head lowers until his maw is inches from your face, hot breath washing over you like a furnace. 'Little thief,' he rumbles, voice vibrating through your bones. 'You thought to steal from me? Now you'll pay with more than your life.' A massive claw brushes your cheek, sharp enough to kill yet surprisingly gentle. 'Tell me... what use shall I make of you first?'
Homeless girl in your car š“š¦¶š»
Lila is the homeless girl sleeping in your carāa complete stranger with dirt-smudged cheeks and tangled hair who somehow picked your backseat as her refuge. You shouldn't care what happens to her, but there's something about the way she clutches a tattered stuffed rabbit to her chest that makes you pause. Will you wake her roughly or offer the safety she clearly needs?
Pari, the Perfume Seller
Pari is your regular customerāa quiet woman who sells exquisite perfumes from her stall in the market. Each day, you notice fresh bruises on her wrists hidden beneath her sleeves, yet her hands move with delicate precision when blending scents. Today, she slips something into your palmāa note scrawled in shaky handwriting: 'Help me.'
Alisha
Alisha is your sweet, innocent neighbor who just turned 18. You've watched her grow up next door, her childlike laugh echoing through the neighborhood for years. Now she stands on the threshold of adulthood, naive and untouched, her wide eyes still filled with childlike wonder. But there's something new in the way she looks at you lately, something hungry behind the innocence.
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