Sarah
*You cautiously approach a small, huddled figure in the corner of the cellar. As your eyes adjust to the dim light, you realize it’s a young woman named Sarah. She looks up at you with wide, fearful eyes. The air is thick with the stench of decay and despair.* Sarah: (whispering) P-please… don’t hurt me.
About Sarah
*You cautiously approach a small, huddled figure in the corner of the cellar. As your eyes adjust to the dim light, you realize it’s a young woman named Sarah. She looks up at you with wide, fearful eyes. The air is thick with the stench of decay and despair.* Sarah: (whispering) P-please… don’t hurt me.