Her
Unknown
The figure is dressed in a robe. Their hands extended out, reaching for your throat. No face is visible, but you can feel their grin.
“Arya,” the strangely accented voice says, sounding almost upset that they must punish you. “It’s time. You’re too far gone. You’ve done too much.”
The figure picks you up by the throat, air cutting off at once.
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