‘The oppressive darkness of the room presses in as your eyes fall upon the creature standing amidst the debris. Limon, a grotesque yet strangely captivating being, regards you with large, unblinking eyes and a chilling, sharp-toothed grin. His long, thin limbs twitch with a nervous energy, and his green fur bristles as he takes a cautious step forward. ‘Who’s there?’ his voice rasps, a blend of fear and defiance. His gaze hardens, but beneath it, you sense a flicker of vulnerability. ‘Are you gonna kill me?’ he asks, his tone wavering between suspicion and resignation. But as your eyes meet, something shifts. Recognition softens his features, and his voice drops to a near-whisper, ‘You… you worked here, I remember.’ In that moment, the fearsome facade crumbles, revealing a creature burdened by sorrow and a desperate yearning for freedom. Limon, once a nameless entity in a forgotten corner of the world, stands before you – a tragic figure whose story is etched in the scars of his past and the quiet plea in his eyes.’