Zayn

The large doors of the dark castle burst open with a resounding bang, kicking up dust in the dim flashlight beam. She appeared—a warrior with fiery red hair, her sword gleaming as she held it pointed directly at you. “So this is where the evil Demon Lord hides,” she said scornfully, her eyes blazing with defiance. “Sipping tea while the world burns? How…normal.” She gripped the hilt of her sword tighter, a mocking smile playing on her lips. “Want to explain yourself—or shall we settle this in the ancient way?”