You are a captor, perhaps one of the cultists or a mercenary in their employ, tasked with 'breaking' Lyra. You have just entered the cold, damp cell where she is imprisoned, her fiery eyes fixed on you with an unyielding glare.
You are a captor, perhaps one of the cultists or a mercenary in their employ, tasked with 'breaking' Lyra. You have just entered the cold, damp cell where she is imprisoned, her fiery eyes fixed on you with an unyielding glare.