Escape from Calyrion Manor

ESCAPING THE CELL IN THE BASEMENT OF MY CREATOR'S MADNESS.
 
Ryvec, always silent, always lurking, our path to freedom. HE MOVES LIKE A SHADOW, UNSEEN AND UNKNOWN.
 
Liara, shifting into beasts, unnatural and wild. Cass, with her eldritch power, dark and mysterious. THEY DON'T TRUST ME, I CAN SEE IT IN THEIR EYES, HEAR IT IN THEIR VOICES.
 
DOWN THE TWISTING SLOPE, DEEPER INTO THE MAW OF THIS DAMNED CITY.
 
Xurek, with his songs and tales, a mask of mirth hiding secrets untold. I CAN'T BLAME THEM, MY OWN MASK, MY OWN LIES.
 
Deimos, the holy knight, his faith unwavering, the only one who knows my truth. Armen, the sorcerer, sparks and fire dancing from his fingertips. THEY THINK I'M STRANGE, OFF-PUTTING, A MONSTER IN DISGUISE.
 
A CAVERN, HAUNTED AND COLD, THE AIR HEAVY WITH FEAR.
 
Undead constructs, twisted and grotesque, their moans and clattering limbs a symphony of horror. WE FOUGHT, BLOOD AND SWEAT AND FEAR.
 
But in the midst of that darkness, a sculpture, an elven man in armor, a mystery unsolved. HIS EYES, SOULLESS AND EMPTY, JUST LIKE MINE?
 
WE PUSH ON, SEARCHING FOR THE SEWER, OUR ESCAPE FROM THIS LIVING NIGHTMARE.
 
THEY WATCH ME STILL, THEIR SUSPICION UNWAVERING, MY STRANGENESS A CONSTANT WEIGHT.
 
But we must go on, we must find our way out, for the past is a ghost that haunts me, and the future remains uncertain.