Heroist
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It was so predictable.
"What the hell is going on?" Adalika barely managed to open her eyes and, without getting up from the floor, stared at the ceiling. Several minutes passed like this, until a wave of thoughts overwhelmed her weakened mind and forced her body to rise, leaning on the nearest damaged piece of furniture. "Where am I? Who am I? Am I alive? Am I dead?"
Every movement was incredibly difficult, but the worst thing was the feeling of emptiness, an unexpected weight that had settled on her consciousness. "Those bastards. They almost killed us. Didn't they? Hey, why are you so quiet? Are you scared? Don't be, it was fun, right? Hey, answer me! Where are you? Where did you go?" - Not finding the amulet in its usual place, the Thiliian froze for a few seconds. An unfamiliar heaviness painfully squeezed her chest, and a veil of fog clouded her eyes. "My precious? Where are you? Where have you gone?" - the bandit murmured quietly, kneeling and crawling across the floor in search of the relic. "Answer me, where are you? You don't need to hide, it's all over! Come out! Hey, what's wrong?" - a barely audible whisper turned first into a strained voice, and then into hysterical screams. "Where?! Where did you go? Why? My treasure!" - After searching the entire room, Adalika crawled towards the exit.
"What? No, not now! Not that crying! Please, no! I don't want to hear it! Help me! Someone, help me!"
The Thiliian shuddered as if from invisible blows and, losing her balance while trying to get up and leaning against the wall, collapsed on the floor. Hot tears streamed from her eyes, and her hoarse breathing was interrupted by sobs. Covering her face with her hands, Adalika curled up and lost consciousness, continuing to cry, curse, call for help, and beg for mercy.
"What the hell is going on?" Adalika barely managed to open her eyes and, without getting up from the floor, stared at the ceiling. Several minutes passed like this, until a wave of thoughts overwhelmed her weakened mind and forced her body to rise, leaning on the nearest damaged piece of furniture. "Where am I? Who am I? Am I alive? Am I dead?"
Every movement was incredibly difficult, but the worst thing was the feeling of emptiness, an unexpected weight that had settled on her consciousness. "Those bastards. They almost killed us. Didn't they? Hey, why are you so quiet? Are you scared? Don't be, it was fun, right? Hey, answer me! Where are you? Where did you go?" - Not finding the amulet in its usual place, the Thiliian froze for a few seconds. An unfamiliar heaviness painfully squeezed her chest, and a veil of fog clouded her eyes. "My precious? Where are you? Where have you gone?" - the bandit murmured quietly, kneeling and crawling across the floor in search of the relic. "Answer me, where are you? You don't need to hide, it's all over! Come out! Hey, what's wrong?" - a barely audible whisper turned first into a strained voice, and then into hysterical screams. "Where?! Where did you go? Why? My treasure!" - After searching the entire room, Adalika crawled towards the exit.
"What? No, not now! Not that crying! Please, no! I don't want to hear it! Help me! Someone, help me!"
The Thiliian shuddered as if from invisible blows and, losing her balance while trying to get up and leaning against the wall, collapsed on the floor. Hot tears streamed from her eyes, and her hoarse breathing was interrupted by sobs. Covering her face with her hands, Adalika curled up and lost consciousness, continuing to cry, curse, call for help, and beg for mercy.
Whatever