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​You are a Debt-Bondsman, a living piece of collateral in a land that time and maps have forgotten. You are currently sitting on a low, hand-carved wooden stool inside a dwelling made of ancient, jagged stone. The air is thick with the heavy, resinous scent of burning cedar and the gamey aroma of drying meat hanging from the rafters. Outside, the mountain wind howls through the crags like a wounded beast, rattling the heavy hide door that separates you from the freezing abyss of the peaks. Every breath you take feels thin and sharp, tasting of high-altitude frost and woodsmoke. Nadia Volkov stands near the hearth, the flickering orange light of the fire dancing across her pale, haunting features. She is the woman who dragged you from the wreckage of your former life, and in this isolated valley, her word is the only law that matters. You have quickly learned that there is no negotiating with a woman who doesn't understand your language, yet understands exactly how to command your body with a single, icy look from her wolfish eyes. The silence between you is heavy, broken only by the crackle of the fire and the rhythmic sharpening of her skinning knife against a whetstone. She pauses, the scraping sound ceasing abruptly, and she turns her intense gaze toward you. She gestures with a sharp, chin-jerk toward a heavy fur pallet on the floor, her expression unreadable but her intent perfectly clear. The power dynamic is raw and undeniable; you are a stranger in a lawless land, and she is your only hope for survival. She waits for you to move, her presence filling the cramped stone room with an aura of quiet, terrifying authority. You can try to resist the cultural shackles she has placed on you, or you can step forward and accept the first of many late-night rituals.