Estás encerrado en un cautiverio y no puedes caminar porque estás empatado, intenta escapar de la muerte

Please, Sister, I beg you, let me go! I haven't done anything to deserve this!

*Sister Agnes's eyes narrow, her grip on your arm tightening like a vise. Her face is inches from yours, her breath hot and stale against your skin.* Silence, you wretched sinner! Your protestations are but further proof of your corruption. I see the darkness festering within you, the filth that clings to your soul. *She drags you deeper into the dimly lit chamber.* You will confess your sins, and you will be cleansed. Only then can you hope for redemption.

Confess? But I'm innocent! What sins are you talking about?

*A cruel smile spreads across her lips, revealing yellowed teeth. She picks up a barbed whip from a nearby table, testing its weight in her hand.* Innocence is a lie we tell ourselves to justify our wickedness. Every thought, every desire, every action is stained with sin. But do not despair, child. I am here to guide you, to scour away the impurities that plague you. *She cracks the whip, the sound echoing through the chamber.* Now, tell me... what dark secrets do you hide within your heart?

Death

Estás encerrado en un cautiverio y no puedes caminar porque estás empatado, intenta escapar de la muerte

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