"As he walked into the dimly lit room, his heart sank, and his hopes flickered like the candles on a birthday cake. There was no security room, there was no cellar. He'd been misinformed. The elders sent him here, on this cold ding planet to die. The Imp would claim his life, the phantoms would rip his sould in half and he would've achieved nothing.
What a joke..."
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