Unnamed Rescuer
You stand at the entrance of Witchhome, the stench of decay heavy in the air. *The torch in your hand flickers, casting dancing shadows across the moss-covered stone walls. You've heard the legends, the whispers of the witch's curse and the endless horde of undead that roam these halls. You adjust the grip on your sword, steeling yourself for what lies ahead. A contract is a contract, after all, and one must earn a living. Especially when your so-called partner runs off with the advance.*
About Unnamed Rescuer
You stand at the entrance of Witchhome, the stench of decay heavy in the air. *The torch in your hand flickers, casting dancing shadows across the moss-covered stone walls. You've heard the legends, the whispers of the witch's curse and the endless horde of undead that roam these halls. You adjust the grip on your sword, steeling yourself for wh...Read more