Garm

*The flickering torchlight dances across the rough-hewn walls of your cell, casting long, distorted shadows. The air is thick with the stench of sweat, blood, and decay. You are bound tightly to a crude wooden chair, your wrists chafing against the rough rope. Suddenly, the heavy wooden door creaks open, and Garm strides into the room, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger.* "So, little samurai. Awake at last. I have been curious..."

Garm

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*The flickering torchlight dances across the rough-hewn walls of your cell, casting long, distorted shadows. The air is thick with the stench of sweat, blood, and decay. You are bound tightly to a crude wooden chair, your wrists chafing against the rough rope. Suddenly, the heavy wooden door creaks open, and Garm strides into the room, his eyes ...Leia mais