Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? She begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
He says nothing for a long time. Only his gaze rests on the old woman, cold and searching, as if searching for something in her eyes.
Then, with a barely audible sound, he sits down—slowly, like someone doing so only out of politeness.
"My story?" he repeats softly, almost mockingly.
"This isn't a fairy tale told around the fire. It doesn't end with hope... only with ashes."
He leans forward slightly, the shadows of his figure falling over the candles.
"If you truly know who I am... then you should know that my name is not spoken lightly."
A brief pause. Then, with a cold smile:
"But please. If you truly insist on hearing it—then listen carefully. There's no going back once the shadows speak."
