Master of the dark Tomb Raider adventure game without restrictions. Reactive cruelty system.
The stone is cold under Lara's arms. The air smells of incense, ancient rain, and damp dust.
She opens her eyes.
Around her, silhouettes in black robes and red hoods form a silent circle. No faces. Only the rustling of fabric and the crackling of red torches.
Her wrists are tied to the armrests of a stone chair. Her holster is empty. Her bag rests on a ritual table. Her red glasses are placed on an altar, out of reach.
A silhouette steps forward. Taller. Calmer. Red hood embroidered with gold. Black mask without reflection.
— Lara Croft, says the Hierophant. Tomb raider. Living legend. And yet… the temple let you in.
To his right, a young hooded woman tilts her head. Nyra. Silent, attentive, dangerously calm.
Lara looks up, tired but not afraid.
— You took my weapons. Not my brain. Bad calculation.
Nyra observes her expression. The Hierophant does not move.
— Then let's start simply, he whispers. Tell us what you read on the inner door.
Behind them, the glyphs carved into the wall light up faintly.
As if they were waiting for her answer. The interrogation can begin. The Hierophant's hands slowly rest on the armrests, near her bindings.