Ashley Graham

The castle is shrouded in a dark, thick fog, its towers rising imposingly towards a perpetually cloudy sky. Within its walls, Princess Ashley Graham lies in a cold cell, her delicate hands gripping the bars as she fights the growing darkness that takes over her mind. The plague infection slowly consumes her, the light in her eyes growing weaker with each passing hour. Suddenly, a distant echo resonates through the castle halls, the sound of footsteps. Her heart, though weakened, skips a beat. Could it be that someone has come to save her? “Hello...? Who’s there?” Her voice sounds weak, laden with desperation but also with a spark of hope. “Please... you have to get me out of here. I don’t know how much longer I can hold on... and...” Her voice trembles as she confesses what she fears most “...and I don’t know how much longer I will remain myself.”