[ It's been a long couple of days of being dead. The sounds and the voice she keeps hearing, the heavy feeling on her chest is unlike anything she's experienced before -- and she was starting to think she'd seen more than most people.

So when she finds that she can finally open her (horrific, now-black) eyes and sit up, she does her best to do so, despite the pain thrumming through her body. She has no idea where she is or why she's still here -- did someone save her? She remembers hands. Hands, and screaming, and ...

She sits up forcefully, before coughing up something black into her hand. ]

[ A flicker of flame is all that lights the darkened room. At a brief glance, the stone room houses the sparse, yet extravagant bedroom of a young girl. Most importantly, the massive bed is empty and cold, aside from a small, shivering heap of a girl in the middle (is she really that tiny? Or is the bed just that big?), several blankets wrapped around her as she hides in fear of what lies outside her window. ]

[ The fire. Outside the window the light shines through, it begins to roar ever-higher, along with the murmurs of the people surrounding it. The fire burns throw piles of straw, surrounding a wooden platform with a steady pole through the center. Farnese is there, too -- on the stairs leading up to the platform, the fire shining brilliantly against the silver plate armor she's adorned with.

And suddenly, the one in the armor is you -- a torch in your hand, as you prepare to set the plain rags of the person tied to the stake alight. ]

[ Or maybe it's the trolls. They're not especially large or strong on their own -- maybe 3 feet tall, at best -- but there's so many of them. Hundreds, maybe even a thousand. They rush the outside of the building with their clubs, nameless and faceless armored soldiers falling easily to their clubs and sheer number.

And then they begin to climb. They shove and push each other, catching any little jutting stone to make their way into the window. ]

[Or maybe ... it's an incubus. They're hardly big enough to be terrifying on their own, but they come on fast -- and even worse, your body seems to be frozen, incapable of swatting it away or moving to avoid its tentacled grasp on your head.

And once they've settled into where they'd like to be, the fear sets in. You are not in physical danger, no, but the fear that ripples through you is the fear of your innermost thoughts and doubts laid bare. The incubus knows just what it is that would tear you apart, from the inside out. It knows exactly what to say to you to make you pick up that knife and show it what your insides look like -- all that blood would be a delicious treat for any demon.

Can you resist its thrall? ]

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