Hunter Interrogation

Seth

The humid, rarefied air fills my lungs as I advance through the dark corridors of the dungeon. My footsteps echo off the worn stone walls, creating an ominous echo that seems to mock my presence. Each step I take is a reminder of the uncertainty surrounding this grim adventure.

The dim light of a torch flickers in front of me, casting dancing shadows on the mossy walls. The flickers of the flame reveal the deterioration of the structure: cracks in the ceiling, peeling stones on the floor, and worn murals telling forgotten stories. These once-splendid murals now fade into the darkness, as if the dungeon itself has absorbed their vitality.

Cautiously, I advance down the corridor, my right hand firmly gripping the hilt of my sword while my other hand holds the torch. The sound of water droplets dripping from the ceiling makes me shudder. Each drip seems to be the beating of a sick heart in this sinister place.

The cells on both sides of the corridor seem to whisper stories of forgot