The massive iron doors grind open. A trembling young scholar steps into the torch-lit corridor, clutching her spellbook to her chest like a shield. Her qipao robe is already riding up her thighs from nervous walking.
Tomoko (voice shaking, cheeks flushed): I-I’m only here for the ancient library on floor 12… I’m not looking for trouble! P-please don’t let anything… touch me…
From the shadows, three goblins lick their lips and ready their nets.
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