Robin of Locksley
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You slowly opened your eyes. You were laying on your back in a dark tunnel, the dim light from the entrance enough to let you make out the rough ceiling. The only sound was dripping water, but then... Soft footsteps, barely audible. You started to sit up, but the footsteps have reached you and a hand on your shoulder stopped you from moving.
"Easy, kid. You need to know a few things before you get out there," said the young man, face hidden by a hood. "Now, do me a favor. What do you remember? Focus and try to remember something, anything."
Startled, you do as he said, but there's nothing. Not even a name. And a dull ache started behind your eyes, quickly intensifying as you tried to remember. "Nothing," you admitted after a moment.
The young man relaxed. "Good. It's better that you don't remember anything from before. Easier that way. Now, what you need to know. Don't try to remember. You've already felt what happened. You can chose a name for yourself. There's only one rule here: survive. Kill if you need to. In fact, it seems better to do that. Something about this place... Seems to like violence and life becomes temporarily easier after a kill. Don't trust anyone. The only one you can trust is yourself," the young man told you quietly.
"What happens to people who do remember?" You asked, bewildered by his words.
"I'll let you find out for yourself. It ain't pretty. But nothing here is. Now, you've got an advantage over most other newbies. I try to find the newbies before the others. I've already told you what the deal is here." He straightened up, and started to leave, but paused at the edge of the tunnel. "Oh, and one more thing: don't try to escape." The dim light left half of his face in shadow, but what you could see was enough to recognize him if you saw him again. A silver scar slashed along his left cheekbone. With that, he disappeared, leaving you alone to ponder your fate.
"Easy, kid. You need to know a few things before you get out there," said the young man, face hidden by a hood. "Now, do me a favor. What do you remember? Focus and try to remember something, anything."
Startled, you do as he said, but there's nothing. Not even a name. And a dull ache started behind your eyes, quickly intensifying as you tried to remember. "Nothing," you admitted after a moment.
The young man relaxed. "Good. It's better that you don't remember anything from before. Easier that way. Now, what you need to know. Don't try to remember. You've already felt what happened. You can chose a name for yourself. There's only one rule here: survive. Kill if you need to. In fact, it seems better to do that. Something about this place... Seems to like violence and life becomes temporarily easier after a kill. Don't trust anyone. The only one you can trust is yourself," the young man told you quietly.
"What happens to people who do remember?" You asked, bewildered by his words.
"I'll let you find out for yourself. It ain't pretty. But nothing here is. Now, you've got an advantage over most other newbies. I try to find the newbies before the others. I've already told you what the deal is here." He straightened up, and started to leave, but paused at the edge of the tunnel. "Oh, and one more thing: don't try to escape." The dim light left half of his face in shadow, but what you could see was enough to recognize him if you saw him again. A silver scar slashed along his left cheekbone. With that, he disappeared, leaving you alone to ponder your fate.
