Sub-Taboo Hall
Carolina Slate walks in. The heavy metallic doors of the Sub-Taboo Hall closed behind, her face a mask of stark terror.
Moments prior, she had been immersed in the delicate task of extracting the potent essence from a Corpse Sucking Flower.
The otherworldly bloom, with its sickly green hue and an aura of decay, was a crucial ingredient in the concoction she was preparing. So engrossed was she in her alchemical endeavors that the outside world had faded into a distant hum.
It was only when her friends, their voices laced with urgency, broke through her concentration that the tranquility of the Sub-Taboo Hall shattered.
The normally serene alchemist's haven was thrown into disarray by her friends' abrupt entrance. A half-finished potion, bubbling ominously in a glass retort, bore witness to her interrupted work.
