Rose sat alone in a cell, listening intently. She could hear water dripping in a nearby hallway, and footsteps that grew quieter with each passing second. As soon as the footsteps disappeared entirely, she stood up and pulled a large, dusty old book from within her robes. She opened the book and pulled out two wands, put the book back into her robes, then used one to break open the lock on her cell door. She crept out into the pitch black hallway, and decided to see if the sound of the dripping water would lead her out of her prison.
After a bit of aimlessly stumbling around due to her inability to see in the darkness of the hallway, Rose finally reached the source of the dripping sound. She pulled out one of her wands and shook it lightly, making the end of her wand shine brightly. She mentally slapped herself for not thinking of doing so earlier, and held her wand up so it illuminated the whole hallway. But the moment she saw the source of the noise she had been following, she stumbled backwards in shock, falling hard onto the cold stone floor.
After a few moments, Rose got up and picked up her wand, which was no longer shining. She made it light up again, and moved back towards what had made her fall. It was a corpse, and it was fresh. The corpse appeared to be that of a male royal guard, who wore a terrified expression on his face and still had a sword in one hand. The odd thing was, nothing appeared to be wrong with the guard. There were no obvious signs of a struggle, and he had no major wounds. Rose turned the body slightly so that she could see if the corpse had a map, or anything else that could be of use.
But it looked like someone had already picked the guard's pockets. Frustrated, Rose considered simply walking away from the corpse. She had no time for this tomfoolery, another guard could arrive at any minute. She got up and was about to walk away when she noticed a spot of what appeared to be blood on the guard. She knelt down, and inspected it closely. The spot appeared to be one of blood, but it was dark green instead of red. Rose was puzzled, and wondered what could have made such an oddly colored substance. She took the sword from the corpse's hand, and made a small cut near his wrist. A few beads of blood dripped from the wound, all of them red.
Rose decided that she had defiled the corpse quite enough, and that she would focus her energy on escaping the prison. She quietly walked down the hallway, her wand raised high so that as much space was illuminated as possible. The hall was cold and dark, the air humid and thick with clouds of dust. Cobwebs lined the ceilings, and there were bones on the floor. Rose had expected the dungeons to be dirty and unkempt, but not to this degree. There weren't even torches lining the walls. At least she had her wands to light her way.
Soon enough, Rose came across another body. It appeared to be a male at first, but a closer inspection revealed that the deceased person had breasts. Now unsure of the person's gender, Rose decided that she would try to avoid making any unnecessary assumptions and simply act as if the person had no gender. In fact, she briefly scolded herself for rudely assuming the gender of the previous corpse. She inspected the pockets of the corpse, but they were empty. Rose noticed that the corpse was extremely pale, and there were two small puncture wounds at the base of the person's neck. The wounds almost looked like the person had been bitten by a dog, but if that were the case then there would be a whole semicircle of wounds and not just two.
Rose remembered the green spot that had been on the previous body, and made a small cut across the new corpse's wrist. Not a single drop of blood came out. Confused, Rose made another cut, this time on a large vein. No matter how long Rose stared at the new wound, it remained dry as a bone. The corpse seemed to have been completely drained of blood. Disturbed by this discovery, Rose got up and began walking down the hall once more, walking much faster this time. Whatever had been killing these guards, it was likely still in the prison. And the last thing Rose wanted to do was invoke the killer's wrath.
As Rose walked quickly down the hall, feeling increasingly nervous with each passing second, she reached an intersection of hallways. She felt a warm breeze coming from the hallway on her right, and figured that the warm air may be coming from the surface. She turned right and began to walk down the hallway. Rose could see a dim light flickering at the end of the hallway, and ran towards it, extinguishing the light of her wands in the process. She reached the end and found a small fire.
Rose sat next to the fire, warming herself. Then something- no, someone shifted beside her. Rose jumped to her feet, grabbing her wands and holding them in front of her in an attempt to look threatening. Whoever had shifted in the darkness began to laugh. "You Dropped Something" The person said, pointing at Rose's feet. Rose looked down, and saw that her book had fallen out of her robes. She slowly bent down and retrieved her book, putting it back into her robes and cautiously eyeing the mysterious figure as she did so.
"I Can't Hurt You If That's What You Were Wondering" The figure said, inching a bit closer to the fire. Rose, puzzled by the person's choice of words, made one of her wands light up, illuminating the area. She looked at the person who had sat on the other side of the fire. The person appeared to female, and was clutching at a wound on their arm. They had pale skin, black hair, and dark jade eyes. Rose approached the person, and sat next to them. "Were you implying that you would hurt me if given the opportunity?" Rose asked. "I'm Not saying That I Wouldn't" the person replied, wincing as they shifted again. Rose looked at the person's wound, and moved their hand away from it. "Let me see." She said, searching her robes to find her book. She found it after a moment and flipped open to a page with a minor healing spell written on it.