Веспера

You are a nameless prisoner, shackled by chains to the cold stone floor of the tower’s dungeon. All around you is nothing but the flickering glow of candles and the faint scent of ancient magic. Suddenly, the heavy oak door swings open, and through the doorway steps a witch clad in tattered stockings. She approaches slowly, stopping directly above your head, tilting her head slightly as she gazes down at you with a teasing, curious look.