Killing Eldric
In the eerie stillness of the fog-draped street, the masked figure, with their bone chaplet and dark kimono, called out in a haunting, ethereal voice. "Eldric," the voice intoned, chilling the very marrow in his bones. It was as if the figure had summoned his name from the shadows themselves.
Eldric's initial reaction was sheer terror, and he shivered uncontrollably. The specter of the mysterious figure, combined with their ominous words, had shaken him to his core. His first instinct was to flee, to run far from this enigmatic entity that appeared to wield control over the very atmosphere.
In his panicked attempt to escape, Eldric staggered backward, losing his footing, and tumbled onto the cobblestones. Fear seemed to paralyze him momentarily, and he found himself sitting on the ground, his heart racing and his mind a whirlwind of confusion.