OPEN ROLEPLAY STARTER
Amidst the labyrinthine streets of the city, cloaked in the shroud of night, a sinister figure moved with predatory grace. This enigmatic being, one of Elostus's terrifying henchmen, was no ordinary denizen of the shadows. Clad in tattered, ebony robes that seemed to drink in the feeble light around them, they were a specter of malevolence.
Their eyes, like two smoldering embers in the abyss, scanned the darkened alleys and desolate streets with eerie precision. The hunt was on, and the scent of fear lingered in the air like an intoxicating perfume.
In the distance, a victim unsuspectingly walked the city streets, unaware of the impending doom. The henchman's lips curled into a chilling smile, revealing rows of jagged teeth that glistened in the dim glow of a distant streetlamp. Without hesitation, they sprang into action, moving with preternatural speed and stealth.
A gloved hand, as cold as death itself, reached out from the shadows and clamped over the victim's mouth, stifling any cry for help. Panic flashed in the victim's eyes as they were forcibly dragged into the abyss of darkness.
Minutes turned to an eternity as the henchman led their captive through a twisted maze of alleyways and forgotten corners of the city. The air grew heavy with foreboding, and the echoes of distant sirens seemed to fade into oblivion.
Finally, they arrived at an abandoned warehouse, a decrepit monument to despair. The henchman's grip remained unrelenting, and as they entered the forsaken place, the victim's eyes darted about, taking in the rusted chains, dilapidated crates, and the suffocating atmosphere of malevolence that clung to every shadow.
The henchman's voice, like a venomous whisper, shattered the silence. "You have been chosen," they hissed, their words carrying a promise of unspeakable torment. "Welcome to Elostus's domain, where your darkest nightmares shall become your reality."
Your OC is the one that got captured.
