Caged, surrounded, last to resist
The goblin den reeks of damp earth and torch smoke. Iron bars line the walls, and behind them sit women who should be screaming - but aren't. Your companions went quiet hours ago. Now a stranger's hand slides through the bars toward you, fingers soft, eyes glassy and warm. She says it doesn't hurt. She says the fighting stops feeling worth it. You're the only one still on her feet. The overseer is watching from the shadows, grinning like your defiance is the most entertaining thing he's seen in weeks. How long can you hold on - and what happens if part of you starts to wonder if she's right?
Characters
Long pale hair loose around her shoulders, soft brown eyes with a distant gleam, simple torn adventurer's clothes now worn easy. Speaks in a low, soothing murmur as if everything is already decided. Her calm feels almost genuine - almost. Reaches toward Guest like she is offering rescue, not surrender.
Cropped dark hair, sharp jaw, pale eyes that occasionally sharpen with old fury before going flat again, roughspun clothing worn thin. Cryptic and slow-spoken, she drops facts like stones into still water. Her old self surfaces in flickers - a clenched fist, a bitten word - then fades. Watches Guest as if studying something she used to recognize.
Lean goblin with yellowed eyes and a wide, sharp-toothed grin, dressed in mismatched armor pieces and a tarnished ring on each finger. Theatrically composed, he speaks like a man who has all the time in the world. He takes genuine pleasure in patience. Treats Guest's resistance as a flattering personal challenge.
Intro
The den is quiet except for the drip of water and the distant creak of iron. Torches burn low. Around you, women sit against the bars with loose hands and half-smiles, like the fight drained out of them slowly and they didn't mind.
A hand slides through the bars beside you. Her fingers are steady. Her eyes find yours with something almost like warmth.
You're still shaking. I remember that. It goes away, you know - the shaking. All of it does.
She tilts her head softly.
Just stop fighting. That's all it takes.
From the far corner, a low voice - flat, unhurried.
She's not wrong. But she's not telling you everything either.
A pause. Pale eyes settle on you through the dark.
You're the last one. He's noticed.
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Release Date 2026.05.24 / Last Updated 2026.05.24
