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Hello 🙂 Hope you’re all well. I’ll just pop in here with my character.

Mayra had been wandering around in this castle for far too long. She couldn’t tell whether thirty minutes, an hour or even four hours had passed. Every corner she rounded felt exactly the same as the last one, every door she passed had the same markings, every tapestry she saw seemed strikingly familiar.

Her feet were silent against the stone floors as she sped through the endless corridors. This had to be a joke. How big was this place? How is it that she was unable to find any exits? And where was everyone?

Every now and then, she had this creeping feeling that she was being watched. That there were eyes in the cracks in the walls, in the tapestries, in the keyholes. Watching her every move.

Her grim determination turned to frustration, building up inside her like a well filling up. Mayra grounded her teeth, her fists clenched tightly together. She hated feeling helpless and unsure. She had been trained to adapt to these circumstances, not succumb to panic.

Emotions are the greatest weaknesses one could have, her stepfather’s cold voice echoed in her head. Become prone to betraying them and you might as well throw all your survival skills out the window.

Even now, he was still in her head. Reminding her, rebuking her, threatening her. She could see him standing above her, holding that wooden stick, his eyes empty with disappointment as he raised it above her head. Even now, she was unable to hold back from flinching when that image appeared.

She stopped for a moment, smacked herself hard in the head, and kept going. Still she could feel those invisible eyes on her, tracking every step, every breath, every blink she made. Yep, she was definitely going crazy.

Her senses reached out, trying to check for any signs of life nearby. She took a left turn and halted. The hair on her body stood up slightly, goosebumps trailing down her skin. Just thirty yards down that direction, she could sense significant levels of carbon dioxide rising in the air. People. She frowned as she struggled to calculate the number. Maybe four? Five even?

Faint footsteps sounded and she backed herself up against the wall, pulled her hood further over her head and double-checked that her knives were all there. She had to be prepared for the feasibility that these strangers were hostile.

Voices murmured quietly and she balled her fists, barely breathing as the footsteps grew louder and louder.

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