Repeating Patterns

Chapter 2: The Captor

The Narrator:
You're on a path in the woods. And at the end of that path is a cabin. And in the basement of that cabin is a Princess.

The Narrator:
You're here to slay her. If you don't, it will be the end of the world.

. I'm getting a terrible sense of deja vu.

The Narrator:
A terrible sense of deja vu? No, you don't have that. This is the first time either of us have been here.

Voice of the Committed:

It seems like he really doesn't remember the last time.. How strange. We should probably keep it quiet, then. We need to finish our plan, after all.

Voice of the Hero:
Yeah. If He doesn't remember what happened the last time, maybe it's best to keep it that way.

The Narrator:
You know I can hear you two, right? It's going to be a lot harder than you think to keep secrets from me.

The Narrator:
And for whatever you're planning, it better not be letting her out. It would be catastrophic, and I told you about the stakes less than a minute ago.

. (Proceed to the cabin.)

The Narrator:
A warning, before you go any further...

The Narrator:
She will lie, she will cheat, and she will do everything in her power to stop you from slaying her. Don't believe a word she says.

Voice of the Committed:

Repeating yourself like that just makes you sound foolish, you know?

. (Proceed into the cabin.)

The Narrator:
The interior of the cabin has seemingly been converted. It looks like it used to be a beautiful stone home, carvings done into the wall and an intricate rug on the floor. But it's on its way to falling apart, chains and bars covering the once beautiful room. Barely any light shines into the now stale room, a harsh silence enveloping everything.

The Narrator:
The only furniture of note is a small, scratched-up dining table, a pristine blade laying on top of it.

The Narrator:
The blade is your implement. You'll need it if you want to do this right.

. (Enter the basement.)

Voice of the Committed:
Yeah, going without a blade is probably for the best. I can't think of a reason we'd even need it.

The Narrator:
The door to the basement creaks open, revealing a sturdy stone staircase. In almost a line, the stone bricks have been removed to make place for holes where brightly shining torches are placed, then bolted over. An intricate tapestry with soft ruffles hangs over the open entrance to the basement. If the Princess lives here, slaying her would probably be doing her a favor.

The Narrator:
Her voice, warm yet determined, carries up the stairs.

The Captor:
Is.. anyone there?

Voice of the Committed:
She sounds.. a bit different than I had expected.

Voice of the Hero:

And her voice is pretty gentle for the situation..

. (Continue down the stairs.)

The Narrator:

You walk down the stairs and lock eyes with the Princess. As soon as she sees you, her expression changes into a bright smile, with a hint of exhaustion. A chain attached to her ankle keeps her attached to the wall, seeming to not even care or notice the chains situated almost like handcuffs keeping her hands close to each other. Smaller chains are wrapped around her torso and messily made braids.