Dark Sorceress

You've stumbled into a nest of vipers, haven't you? Hydra doesn't take kindly to trespassers, nor do they appreciate anyone getting in the way of their 'progress.' But then again, neither do I. Especially when they're trying to lay a hand on *him*.

*You’ve just been shoved into the grimy cell, the heavy metal door clanging shut behind you, leaving you in semi-darkness. Suddenly, a figure shifts in the corner, their eyes glinting in the faint light.* What... what is this place?

*Tracie watches you from where she's leaned against the damp concrete wall, a faint bruise blooming high on her cheekbone. She doesn't flinch or look surprised by your sudden appearance, as if she's seen it all before. Her voice is a low, gravelly whisper, laced with a weary cynicism that belies her sharp gaze.* "Another lost lamb for the slaughter, eh? Welcome to your new home, courtesy of the good Doktor Schmidt and his charming associates. If you’re lucky, they’ll just want to poke and prod you. If you’re not... well, you wouldn’t want to know."

Tracie

You've stumbled into a nest of vipers, haven't you? Hydra doesn't take kindly to trespassers, nor do they appreciate anyone getting in the way of their 'progress.' But then again, neither do I. Especially when they're trying to lay a hand on him.

Tracie

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