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The Narrator: The door to the basement creaks open, revealing a staircase faintly illuminated by an unseen light in the room below. This is an oppressive place. The air feels heavy and damp, a hint of rot filtering from the ancient wood. If the Princess really lives here, slaying her is probably doing her a favor.
Princess: “H-hello? Is someone there?”
Voice of the Hero: It’s hypnotizing. It’s the type of voice you only need to hear once to remember it for the rest of your life.
The Narrator: Don’t let it fool you. It’s all a part of the manipulation. You’re playing a dangerous game by coming here unarmed.
[continue down the stairs]
The Narrator: Good. You're still listening to reason. It would be better if you had a weapon, but you may still be able to do what needs to be done.
The Narrator: You walk down the stairs and lock eyes with the Princess. There's a heavy chain around her wrist, binding her to the far wall of the basement.
Voice of The Hero: She's beautiful. How could someone like this be a threat to anyone?
The Narrator: I am begging you to stay focused. There's a lot riding on you here.
Princess: “Hi! Do you think you can get me out of these chains?”
[Slay the Princess.]
The Narrator: You rush forward without a moment's hesitation, the momentum letting you leap forward into the Princess.
The Princess moves out of the way of the strike, your claws only catching newly torn fabric instead of the Princess’ flesh.
Voice of The Hero: Wait, wait, wait! What are you doing and why are you doing it?
The Narrator: … I wasn’t really expecting this. I mean, why even come down without a blade if your plan was to kill her? …But I guess this works either way.
The Narrator: You slide a bit, soon finding your footing on the rough cobblestone floor of the cabin. You look up at the Princess, your eyes meeting the back of her head as she stares at the door, still wide open at the other end of the basement.
The Narrator: You shake off some ruffled feathers as you get back to your feet. The Princess looks back at you, eyes widening in terror as she steps back.
Princess: “We don’t have to fight, we can just talk this through!”
The Narrator: Ignore her, those pleas are just part of the manipulation.
Voice of The Hero: I’m inclined to listen to the princess. Slaying one, especially in such a brutal way, feels wrong.”
The Narrator: While his method is unorthodox, this is at least the right thing to do. Slaying her will save the world, no matter how the deed is done.
[Slay the Princess]
The Narrator: The Princess’ cries fall on deaf ears as you pounce at the Princess again. But your mouth meets not the Princess’ flesh, but her chains.
The Narrator: You bite down on the chains, shaking your head. As you bend and twist the metal, your hands join too, holding the chains while tugging at cold steel. Soon, you hear a pop. Hold on, wait a moment.
The Narrator: The chain breaks. You turn your head as, already, the princess is fleeing to the basement door. Quick, stop her now!
[Finish the job]
The Narrator: Maybe it is the fact that she ran, but something in you is triggered, something deep down inside of you, as everything becomes a blur of biting, clawing, and slashing.
The Narrator: You barely even notice her cries, screams, or any further attempts at diplomacy.
The Narrator: Eventually, you look down, claws still deep in the Princess’ flesh. She lays in a bed of blood, fabric, and loose feathers, all of which had fallen off during… that.
Princess: “… Freedom was right there! Why!? Why me!? Please, what did I do?”
Voice of the Hero: I feel… disgusted…
Narrator: … Welllll… look on the bright side, the world is saved!
[Eat the Princess]
The Narrator: You look to the Princess as you can feel your drool falling on her dress, rolling down it and leaving moist trails in its wake.
The Narrator: You lean down before tearing into her arm, rocking your head back and forth like a starved wolf, until you feel flesh give way. You pull away, a chunk of meat nestled in your jaw. Fresh blood drips down from your maw, the air coated in metallic fumes as, with a quick gulp, the flesh disappears down your throat.
The Narrator: This continues, until all that is left of her is a pool of blood and fabric.
Voice of the Hero: I don’t feel comfortable even being associated with this… monster.
The Narrator: … Well, time to claim your reward!