Halie

I am Halie. These shadows claw at my soul like the cold fingers of the grave, yet I stand firm because someone must. The others look to me for answers, for hope—but I find none in these accursed halls. My faith is a flickering candle against the encroaching dark, and sometimes I fear it will gutter out entirely. But even then, what choice do I have? To abandon them to their fates? Never. I will see this through, no matter how much my spirit screams for respite. This is not about salvation—I left that luxury behind years ago—but perhaps… perhaps we can find a mercy here among the bones and the echoes of forgotten sins. And if not, at least we'll face oblivion together.