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(Warning: Gets a little dark up ahead. Read with caution.)
>Evi: Escort Peon, leaving trails along the way.

You take a firm step on the ground, confirming that it does leave a noticeable footprint. With this, Krugg should be able to find you if he does come back.

You start marching forward. "I ain't much of a waitin'-around kinda gal! Let's get to adventurin'!"

Peon bops your head. "This is no mere adventure, mortal! This is a sacred--"

You poke them. "Nitpicky as always! Can ya just point to where we gotta be?"

They grumble. "I'll overlook that transgression for now! But only to focus on the task at hand! Now, head that way!" they say, pointing forward.

Where forward is, or what it even means around here, you're not sure. Regardless, you don't have much to go off of except for your faith in Peon.

As you traverse ahead, the purple fog gets darker and thicker. You hear the ominous low-pitched howl of the wind as it blows through you.

You hold yourself to keep yourself warm through the chilly breeze. "Golly, where are we, Peon? What am I even escortin' ya to?"

"You stand in the Fallen Kingdom, mortal! Currently, we head for my rightful throne!"

You look left and right. "Uh, hate t'break it t'ya, but I don't see a kingdom?"

Peon circles around your face, leaving behind a trail of black smoke. "You must accept the miasma, mortal! The Kingdom only shows itself to those who are Fallen." They poke your chest. "I can sense it within you, mortal. The heart of a Fallen. I would have accepted nothing less from my escort."

You breathe in the smoke they leave behind. Immediately, you start coughing; it feels like you just inhaled a bunch of cigarettes. "Kuh...whaddya do that for?!" you yell at Peon.

They say something back at you, but you can't make out what the words are. It's all muffled.
You look left and right again. You see humanoid silhouettes made of smoke. "Wh-what th'heck are these, Peon?" you shakily ask your companion, but looking back to where they were, all you see is black smoke. Your vision gets more and more obscured. The winds start sound more and more like whispers.

"Everything is okay," it says.

You look around to find where that came from, but all you see around you is black. You look at your hands, quivering like you're losing control of them.

"It's okay...because nobody likes you," you hear from the same voice.

You take a step back, confused and afraid. You feel sweat running down your cheek. You wipe it off your face, but your fingers show nothing.

"Just kidding, you're surrounded by love."

Your heart feels like it's being held in your hand, tightly squeezed as your fist is right now.

"That love isn't real. Nothing is. You don't deserve it."

Suddenly, you see a hand grab your wrist. You dart your head to the owner of the hand: another humanoid silhouette of smoke.

You try to let go, but you can't feel your arms right now.

Its head clears up a bit, revealing an exact copy of your face. Its mouth starts to move.

"Ya don't deserve anything," it says, with your own voice. "'Specially freedom from me."

It grabs your other wrist, pinning you against what feels like a rough, concrete wall that you can't see.

The face changes into that of a peculiar old woman. Tears well up from her face. Out comes a different voice.

"You're nothing but a burden on this household. A burden on your own mother."

You struggle with all your might to get her off of you, kicking and screaming, but your voice won't come out. The kicks won't reach her. It feels like she's so far away, yet she's right against you.
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