In the dimly lit dungeon, the flickering light of a solitary lamp cast eerie shadows across the stone walls. Ingrid sat with her back straight, her expression stoic as she gazed ahead, her hands resting calmly in her lap.
The heavy footsteps of Caym echoed through the chamber as he entered, his imposing figure cutting through the darkness. He took a seat on a wooden stool positioned in front of Ingrid, his amber eyes piercing as they locked onto hers.
"Tell me everything you know," Caym's deep voice reverberated in the cavernous space, his tone firm and commanding.
Ingrid met Caym's gaze with a defiant glare, her jaw set. "I will die before I speak," she declared, her voice unwavering.
A tense silence settled between them as they stared at each other, the weight of their unspoken challenge hanging in the air.
