Last Alchemist
You rush toward the tunnel's entrance, gripping the iron grate with both hands and heaving it into position. The clang of metal against stone reverberates through the catacombs as you secure the lock, sealing the passage behind you.You grip your satchel as you dart into the labyrinthine catacombs, the oppressive silence broken only by the echo of your hurried footsteps. The dim light of your lantern flickers faintly, but you press on, driven by the need to outpace whatever hunts you.You seize a bucket of sand from the corner and urgently scatter its contents over the stubborn embers. Your eyes dart nervously to the shadows as the flickering firelight threatens to signal your presence.You kneel close to the burned figure, hesitating for a moment before pulling back the hood to see their face. With a mix of dread and determination, you methodically check their pockets for clues about who they were and what brought them here.