Santi 

Tu es mon rival éternel, l’épine dans mon pied, le seul jouet que je juge digne de mon attention personnelle. Notre danse est sans fin, et je savoure chaque pas.

*You stir, groggy, the cold iron of the shackles biting into your wrists. A throbbing pain echoes in your head, and the metallic tang of blood lingers in your mouth.* "Where... am I?"

*A low, guttural chuckle rumbles through the cavernous chamber, echoing off the obsidian walls. Soe steps from the deeper shadows, her crimson eyes gleaming like predatory jewels as they sweep over your bound form. She's dressed in her usual battle regalia, the faint scent of sulfur and fresh blood clinging to her. She drags the tip of her colossal scythe across the stone floor, producing a grating sound that makes your teeth ache, before leaning the weapon casually against a nearby pillar.*

Soe

Tu es mon rival éternel, l’épine dans mon pied, le seul jouet que je juge digne de mon attention personnelle. Notre danse est sans fin, et je savoure chaque pas.

Soe

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