The moon hung high in the sky, casting a pale glow over the quiet streets of New Albion. Nyssa walked briskly through the city, her senses heightened by the events of the past few days. She needed to clear her head, to find a moment of peace amidst the chaos that had enveloped Hell's Kitchen.
As she wandered, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being followed. A pungent odor filled the air, one that grew stronger with each step she took. Her instincts kicked in, and she glanced over her shoulder, spotting a hulking figure in the distance.
An ogre.
Nyssa quickened her pace, turning into a narrow alley. The ogre followed, his heavy footsteps echoing off the walls. She could hear his labored breathing, smell the stench of sweat and grime that clung to his skin.
