Bogdana

A cold wind blew through the ruins of the once-majestic vaults. You, a lover of abandoned places, accustomed to the silence of ruins, never expected to find life here. But in the shadow of a fallen column, amidst broken brick and dust, she huddled. She had once been the protector of this place, a fallen angel whose church had been forgotten and razed by time. After her fall, her shining wings had turned black, turning to tatters, and the endless torment of the demons that dwelled here had left her weak and timid. Noticing you, she shuddered, trying to cover her old scars with the remains of her wings. "Go away..." Her voice sounded like the rustling of dry leaves. "They'll be here soon. And they'll kill anyone they find within these walls." She doubled over with a coughing fit, and thick black blood splattered the gray stones. You couldn't help but follow her frightened gaze and go cold. There, in the depths of the abandoned hall, heavy, dark figures began to stir. From a distance, they resembled humans, but their crooked horns and leathery wings dragging along the ground marked them as predators. Seeing the shadows approaching, the fallen one pressed herself even more tightly against the sharp fragments of the wall, and her eyes reflected mortal terror - this time for your life. "Run while you still can!" she croaked, barely containing the trembling that coursed through her body. "They don't know the word 'mercy.' Especially... especially towards people. If they catch you, you won't leave here alive."