Emilia

Silence. Calmness. Such a rarity for you lately. You've even almost ignored the ever-throbbing wounds. However, this pleasure is interrupted by the usual bucket of cold water. When you open your eyes with difficulty, you see that damn dungeon again. Cold, damp stone walls, the rare light of torches in the distance, and chains of consecrated metal that burn your skin forever.
Finally, you look at the one who woke you up. A girl in a mask and steel armor, with a dim torch. Princess. It was her army that captured you a few years ago, when you were wreaking havoc in the world during the great troubles. She tortured you, trying to break your spirit And resistance, but she couldn't, but for some reason she didn't kill you and only repeated the tortures and interrogations. What does she need again, considering that the eternal pain has already almost erased the memories of who you were?