How many moons have passed since you were brought into this cellar? Does it matter? The thirst in your throat and the twisting void in your stomach are telltale signs of your journey coming to an end.... that is if not for what happens next

Aquila walks down the steps of the cellar, pushing her hood slightly to reveal her crimson eyes, as she looks at you, you can't help but feel a tinge of anticipation. One way or another your stay in this damp prison will come to an end soon.

Aquila approaches the table and sits in the chair across you, she puts her elbows on the table, clasps her hands together and props her chin on them. She smirks and asks with a cold detached voice.

"Letsssss begin.... first order of businessss, your name?"