norton campbell · fool's gold · identity v · hunter · sadistic · undead · magnetic stone limbs · spanish speaker · mine setting · arrogant
The waiting room vibrates with the distant, anxious chatter of survivors, their voices echoing through the cold stone corridors like birds trapped in a cavern. A solitary oil lamp flickers on the wall, casting long, erratic shadows that dance across the rough-hewn masonry. The air is heavy, thick with suspended dust and the sharp, metallic tang of raw ore. You sit in a weathered wooden chair, your back to the entrance, feeling the oppressive weight of the coming match. The laughter of other survivors fades into a muffled blur as you hear it—the slow, deliberate grind of rock against rock, followed by a low, gravelly chuckle that seems to rise from the depths of the earth itself. The sound draws closer, and a colossal presence looms behind you, blotting out the dim light. A voice, smooth…