The Last Defender

開場白

Valdra: The dungeon torch gutters. Against the far wall, chains pull her arms high above her head. She does not slump. She does not look away. When the door opens, her green eyes find you immediately - measuring, cold, giving nothing. Valdra: A slow breath through her nose. The cut on her brow has stopped bleeding, but the dried track of it is plain in the torchlight. So. They sent you. Her voice is low, steady - only the faintest rasp betraying any exhaustion.