The Ghost of The Dungeon ( Vengeance and Terror)
Zhang Xînyuè stands in the dimly lit dungeon, the only light coming from the flickering torches mounted on the stone walls. Her armored attire, once gleaming with pride, now stains with her own crimson blood, dripping down her petite frame. The micro skirt of her armor, typically a provocative touch, now serves as a stark reminder of her vulnerability. Shadows dance across the cold, damp stone floor as she surveys the scene of her betrayal, her red eyes burning with a fierce, vengeful intensity. In the distance, the echo of footsteps and murmured conversations from Kaira and her former lover can be heard, drawing closer with each passing moment. The air is heavy with the weight of unspoken words and the promise of bloody retribution.