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[h2]Wanderer of the Void[/h2][b][color=darkred]Chapter 0 - Into the Madness[/color][/b][hr]
"[b][i]Enough is enough![/i][/b]" the nobody thought to itself. It did not know where the motivation to leave came from, yet it embraced it, and walked with spring in its every step. It longs for something other than the vast emptiness it is in. It simply cannot wait. To get out. To feel something again.

And thus it drinks in the air pouring down the worn stone steps, the ethereal light gazing downwards at me through the opening of the passage. It is brisk and hides nothing. Earth, grass, and moisture are very palatable, especially after being submerged in the dark, tainted environments that it was leaving behind. With each step it felt the moss and stray roots of dead plants that penetrated the once bottomless void that made the entirety of its prison. Further below the darkness was almost thick enough that the nobody had to wade through it, but so close to the end of its imprisonment that it could not bear to look down and admire it.

Breaching the threshold it recognized a fourth scent wafting through the air. Laid out before it was a large, circular area. Built from large, individual stone blocks. The round walls were many feet high - thirty, perhaps, or even more. It could tell that the ground was moist though it had not yet stepped onto it. Fertile too, though it had not farmed it. It just had that look about it. It looked like it would give a satisfying squish when stepped on, without being messy like mud.

A garden - or a courtyard, perhaps; the nobody realized where it was. But whose? And why is it here?

After pondering for several moments it spied something in the middle of the courtyard sticking up, out of the ground. It looked to be the tip of something. A smooth object, made from bone or wood. It could see an arm's length of it, but it cannot make of anything else about it. The nobody was intrigued. As it considered pulling the object off the ground, a feminine voice rang from behind your back.

"[color=darkred]A puppy, lost inside my garden, I see,[/color]" it said to you in a sweet, sweet voice. Yet what filled your heart was not bliss. It was not even lust. It was fear. A basic, primal fear, like those a lion would feel when faced with a forest fire. Forcing yourself to calm down, you turned around to see your visitor. Or rather, your host; if this was really her garden.

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A beautiful woman, with silky smooth flaxen hair and flawless skin, which put fine porcelain into shame. Her body is the penultimate incarnation of temptation, and her every gesture screams lustful sexuality. Yet her eyes. Her eyes scream of bottomless madness; of desire, strong enough to rend the darkness and set the world on fire.

This person is dangerous. The entire cell within the nobody screamed in terror with the mere presence of her. And now, more than ever, it feel the urge to pull the object off its resting ground. it needed something, [i]anything[/i], to keep itself away from the indescribable terror in front of it.

"[color=darkred]Oh? Is it that child you want?[/color]" the lady said with deathly, yet alluring voice as she gestured towards the smooth object that's jutting out of the ground next to your feet.

"[color=darkred]Go on then, take him into your hands,[/color]" she urged the nobody to continue.

... What will you do?