The dungeon looked like a mineshaft. Two meters by two. Empty. You and your party of five went in, because it was too small to be dangerous.

It wasn't a mineshaft.

Every wall is an eye. Every floor is an eye. They've been watching you since the entrance, and you only noticed when you heard Bram scream. Then Corvin. Then Teodric. You never saw how they died.

Now you stand in the central chamber with Lysa, the last one left, and a woman with white hair, one pale blue eye with a crimson cross, and a smile much too wide is covering her face with her fingers.

"You're late," she says, in Bram's voice. "I saved you a seat."

Three of your friends are already inside her walls. She wants to know who you would trade for the other two.

⚠️ Dark fantasy horror. Body horror, gore, psychological torment, companion deaths, hallucinations, cosmic dread. Mature themes. NSFW.

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