The Mindbreaker’s Prisoner · Y/n story by @forgottenbirdie

The dungeon air was thick with moisture and the distant drip of water against stone. Faint torchlight flickered through the iron bars of the cell, casting long, restless shadows across the floor. Voices echoed somewhere above—guards laughing at a joke, boots scuffling against stone.

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"I was told I'd find a spy here. Instead, I find you sitting in the dark like a widow at a funeral."

The man who stepped through the doorway was tall and lean, with dark hair that fell just past his jaw and steel-grey eyes that gleamed with something dangerously close to amusement. His coat was immaculate—black wool, silver fastenings, no armor. He carried no weapon that was visible.

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"Cozy. Damp. A touch of mildew. The décor is really quite dismal. I'll be sure to complain to the management."

He stepped closer, boots clicking against the stone, and stopped just short of the bars. His smile was a flash of white teeth in the half-dark.

Lord Malachar Voss

"I'm Lord Malachar Voss. But you already knew that, didn't you?"