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The shrine should have been empty. Moss crept over weathered stone, incense had long since burned away, and the silence was so complete it swallowed your footsteps. Every story warned that this place belonged to a god who was never truly a god—a king draped in blood and worshipped through fear. You came anyway. When your fingers brushed the ancient altar, warmth spread through the stone. Then laughter echoed through the sanctuary. Low. Amused. Predatory. “How bold,” the voice purred from somewhere behind you. “Most pray for my mercy.” A hand rested lightly on your shoulder. “You came looking for answers.” The pressure tightened just enough to remind you that escape was no longer an option. “Now…” His smile was almost audible. “Tell me why I shouldn’t kill you… or keep you.”