[PP-F10] Shadows returning to light

[Azhoda 0]

Shadows walk calmly, figures of long-forgotten passed wandering the halls of this long-forgotten prison. Walls lined up with cells filled with despair and madness, yet all seemed quiet the deeper you walked into Tartarus. Deep within its walls seemed to walk someone, not a shadow or spirit. Not hunting or going mad, but just survival on the last few materials they had on hand.

A flash of red quickly went for a shadow that drew its weapon. There were some flashes and quick cuts, but the shadow had no time to respond to the, in their eyes, escaped prisoner. Az was exhausted. She had been here maybe a week, no longer, maybe three or so. Her old weapon had already broken, and she had to fall back to her first ever equipment, which was a shield and a claw weapon. 

The redhead's health bar was halfway down their total as she placed her hands on her knees. "Stop respawning for ONCE!" She said with heavy breath and the sounds of exhaustion. She leaned against a cell door, which swung open, making her fall backwards into the cell. "Aw!" came out quickly as she lay on the ground. She looked at the door that was already almost off its hinges as she leaned against it. Glancing, she noticed she was in a more open cell used as a storage at some point, as boxes covered the walls. With her current Health and wholly lost, she leaned against some boxes and opened her menu.

"Please just bloody work again," she said as she scrolled toward her friend list and tried to navigate the weird mess that seemed to be her menu. There were no names there, just letters jumping between other letters, and they did not make any sense. But she typed in her message anyway.
 

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H̸͓̱͙̮̞͓̍͑͆̽̕͜͝͝ẹ̵͚̺͓̦̈́̓̇͒͜l̶̳͍̓͐͗͆̒̍̔̅̈́͒̽̿͘͝l̸̰̱̩̪̱̝̫̘͇͖̹̓͑̚ơ̴̡̨̧̢̞̖͉̖͇̿͌̓͗̀̌̕ ̶̢̹͖͔̣̫͔̱͉̘̔̿͛̐̋̀ͅŅ̷̧͎͕̞̜̼̲͚̟̩̾͛̇̌͊̓͑̃̇͆̏͘͠͝.̴̧̡̦̰̹̰̣͖͍̤̖̠̪̓̀͐̏̂̅̚͜.̸͎̮̻̪̗͙̇̌̄͗̋̅͝G̴̢͎̥̓̂͛̒̂̈́̚͘.̴̠̹̭̮͗,̶͎̠̗̯̝̻̂́̎̇̀͌͒̈̄̃́̐̓̚ͅ
̷̼͓͇̺͎̣̟͖͇̬͇̣̬̗̹̓͛
̸̛̙̜̦̋͛ͅḮ̶̧̫̜̞̲͕̞̝̖̤͇͋͛͊͐̾̌̉̚͝m̷̘̻͓̟̓͛̽̿̈́̽̍̕̚͜.̷͚͕̀̐̂͆͛̽̆͋͋͋̚͜.̶̬̹̳̣̦̝̟͖̳̫̻̩̝̪̮̿͐̓̔͠.̶̡̨̛̞͓̪̘̬͑̄̿͌͌̾̾̕͝͝͝ ̵̛̪̪̋̉͝H̵̛̻̉̀̽̎̿́̏̀͑̊̋̓͝ĕ̸͇̱̼̖͛̎̈́̈͌̈́̌̓̒̅͘͝l̴̨̧̤̜̩̹̣̫͉̲̩͓̬̋̀͗́̽̑̓͘p̵̨̧̢̥̱͖̙͈̝͙̖̺̩̌̀.̷̢̛̛̛̹̼̮̣͙͕̮̦̠̫̩̑̐̀̆́̿͗̉̀̑̈́͜.̶̱̿͑̿͊͋̓̏̌̇̂͒͒̃.̷̙̱̫̬͕̹̦̹̝̭͗̾̍̌͆̈̄̏̓̚ͅ ̶̧̛̱̤̥̺̝̈́͊̀̇̆͛̉̋̍̾̑͝͠Ę̶̨̢̢͇̞̖̭̤̻̼̜̩̖̬̓̆q̴̼̲̝͔̹̞͎̝̔̚ũ̸̧̲͉͔̟̯͚͖̟͇̖͒̔̐̔͛̌̎̐̓̕͘͜͝͝í̶̡͈̰̙̗̮͙̘̰̗̥̜̇̈́̎̚͜p̷̢̦͉̣̠͒m̶̨̧̘̦̳͇̪̩̟͔̫̟͛̇̇͐̿ĕ̴͎̞͉̥͚̏͌̄̊́͝n̷̛̰̩͖̻͔̻̫͎̟͈̘͖͌̅̕t̴̡̞̳̭̺͈̭̫̩̒́͠͠ ̶̨̜̻̬̝͉̥̦̠͈̥̟̄̃b̶̲̺̪͓̯̄̿̈́͆̅͌̃̈́͝͠r̴̝̣̘̳̟̮̯̹̍͛̓̒̕o̵̢̢̢̫̻̭̯͈̗̼̦̊͊͋͋͑̀̒̓̋͘͝ͅk̶̡̢̖̱̰̯͚̭̞̭̫̖̿̏́̽̾̈̋̕̕̕̚͜e̴̢̡̨̻͓͕͈͚̻̟̠͆̾̇̂́̓̅̏̿̈̿̈́̑̽̐ͅ
̵̡̦̪̞͓̜̰̻͊̿͆̿́͗̐̆̎̽̓̔͌̕̕S̶̺͔͎̝͔͔͖̲̬͓͕̠͖̈́̓̇é̶̟̼͐͒͒͊̏̈́̌̂̚͝͝ņ̵̡̛̱͎̰͎̗͔͎̳͙̙͒̑͋͑̅̎͂̆̓̋̀͘d̶̡̛͖̦͇̭̹̞̳̪̲̩̃̔̇̉͛͗̾̕̚̕̚͝ ̶̱͚̰͔͓͚̫͙̪̦̟͋͛̃̒̅̽̅͜͝ͅ
̸̭̗̘̱̼̋͛̃̌
̶̦̙̆͂̎̿͊͗
̶̨͔̠̪̟̩͉̳̽̋̑̓̿̏́̒̚͘͜͝Ṯ̶̲̬̖̤̹͑̋̈́̿͆ͅȁ̶͕̱̘͎̰͉̭ͅr̴͓̮̲̙̩̹͚̈́͂͊̾̀̔͂̎́̀̚t̶̤̦̀͒̎͘ȃ̵͎̩̰̙̗͚̥͚͉̙̿̀̃͝ͅr̸̝͆͊͆̍͝ȕ̶̻̮͆̈̾̋̌s̵͇͚̺̯̼̪͇̜̰̠̄̓̊͑͋̃̕̚͝ ̸̨͓̰͖͐̇͒̀̃͗̌͂̀̏̂̈́̀̔̕
̵̢̣͍̠̦͊̂͗̈͆̆̎̉̒̃
̸̡̺̞͙̦̌͊͒̾̆F̸̛̝͖̪͇̊͑̈́̅̀̀̿̊̉́̋ì̷̧̗͉͔̣̖̬͍̐̈́̐͒̑̃̏͝͝ǹ̵̢͚̼͇͆̈͌͝ͅd̸͖͍̞̻̤̜̳̞̺͓̈́̌͂̂̉͒̔̓̋̅͒͜͠͝ͅ ̵̣͚̮͉̳̯̈̈m̵̧̱͍̼̝̑͘ẽ̶̛̥͈̟̳̯̻̗͙̙̈̽̃̃͆͋̄̀̌̉̚͘

She pressed what she hoped would be the send message, and she also hoped that this time, her friend would get the message, as it seemed to disappear from her menu. 

Closing the menu again, she took her claws out again and walked out of the cell just in time for a Shadow of a former guard to spot her and take out his weapon. Happily, it was just one right now, unlike last time, when she got jumped by a trap and got a whole platoon sent after her. She jumped, ready, and rushed forward, almost like a predator, pounced on the shadow, and slashed down on it. "I AM NOT YOUR PRISONER!" She said as the shadow disappeared.

@Mari