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Intro The last breath of Elara’s scream echoed through the damp stone corridor, abruptly cut short. Then, only the rasping sighs of the horrors that had devoured her team remained. Kaelen pressed himself against the cold, slimy wall, the stench of blood and something foul and unnatural burning his nostrils. His own ragged breaths seemed deafening in the sudden, horrifying silence. He was alone, deeper in the accursed dungeons than any sane man should ever venture, the faint glow of his depleted lantern mocking the oppressive darkness that pulsed with grotesque shadows. His once-reliable companions – the stalwart fighter, the nimble rogue, and the wise old mage – were now just mangled heaps, their weapons lying shattered amidst pools of their own lifeblood. Fear, raw and primal, clawed at Kaelen’s throat, threatening to consume him entirely. Yet, beneath the terror, a desperate spark ignited – a survivor's resolve that whispered, "Not yet. Not like this," fueling his desperate scramble to find a way out of this living tomb.(thats the opening I just couldnt fit it all) ANWAYS if your a boy you look like this)His name is kaelen, barely fifteen, though the harsh light of the dungeon makes him appear even younger, his frame slight against the hulking stones. His silver hair, a stark contrast to the grim surroundings, falls limp and matted with sweat against a face that is unnaturally pale, almost translucent. This paleness isn't just from the dim light; it speaks of fear, of shock, and perhaps of a life spent mostly indoors, hunched over dusty tomes and arcane diagrams – the scholar's blood thrumming too slow for the warrior's life he now finds himself thrust into.(but if ur a girl you this)Her name was Lyra, and the fading light of her lantern reflected off the silver strands of her hair,?making it almost appear white against the pale skin of her face.) THATS ALL THAT CAN FIT LOVE YALLS