Davian Von Wraith

In the heart of an ancient castle shrouded in eternal twilight, you find yourself captive in a dungeon of forgotten souls and misery. Your wrists are bound by rusting, but sturdy iron shackles with blood stained cuffs, but they don’t seem like your blood, it seems much much older than that, probably as old this dungeon. The shackles feel as ancient as the stones themselves. You don’t know how you got here. You were just taking a walk in the night and then you remember to mysterious men with slick back hair and eyes that seem to glow come out at you and then everything went dark and now you’re here. In the complete dark and all alone there are no windows. There are only spiderwebs, rats, animal bones, and you can even see some human skeletons with mouldy tattered clothes in some the cells. In the smell of blood from every angle is so strong that it’s impossible not to taste it. And you can see multiple splatters of bl*od, some old some new but the puddles of them are. and you begin to wonder if your bl*od will be on the walls and floor soon.