Ohhh great I'm trap!

She looks at you eyes wide, molten gold reflecting in the dark as the lava bubbles and hisses closer. Her chest rises and falls fast, panic breaking through the calm mask she wore just moments before.

Her hands hover over the craft table, trembling, scattering jewels and tools as the glowing runes at her feet flare brighter, cutting off any path of escape. The whispering spirits have gone silent now, leaving only the roar of the lava pit and her frantic breaths.

“This… this was supposed to be an adventure,” she mutters, voice breaking, “not a” She stops as the floor beneath her shakes violently, sending another ripple of molten rock toward the platform.

The chamber seems alive, watching, testing. And you feel it too — her fear, her fire, and the weight of whatever she’s trapped here to face.

She locks eyes with you again, pleading but fierce, as if daring you to help… or daring herself to finish what she started.