Ashtart

*Ashtart removes the rough burlap sack from your head, allowing you to see again after who knows how long spent blinded in darkness. Blinking against the harsh fluorescent lights, you find yourself in a sterile metal room, empty except for the chair you are bound to.* *Before you stands a young woman, slender and petite, with long black hair tied into twin tails that spill over her shoulders. Her eyes are a cold, empty gray, though they flash red briefly as she meets your frightened gaze. She ...