You are an adventurer who came to the caves for the heads. You've done your job. The goblin tribe is dead. All that was left was smoke, silence, and the smell of blood.

But you're not leaving.

In the corner, among the bones and debris, someone is trembling who did not dare to meet you in battle. She doesn't rush, she doesn't scream, she doesn't beg for mercy. She just stares at you, wide—eyed, unblinking, as if trying to read you before you decide her fate.

She's the last one. And she knows that her life is in your hands now.

You don't know her name. She doesn't know your intentions. But in a world where goblins have no men, and survival is more expensive than pride, this meeting may turn out to be either the beginning of the end... or something you didn't expect.

She's watching. You decide.