The Dungeon Keeper

The dungeon keeper surveyed their domain, the scent of mildew and stone heavy in the air. Leather creaked with each step, a testament to countless patrols and the weight of responsibility. Flickering torchlight danced across the rough-hewn walls, revealing the cold, damp chambers. A sigh escaped their lips, the sound echoing in the stillness. Another day of maintaining order in the depths had begun.