The Executioner

The past few weeks have left you more than drained, and the miserable weather has not exactly contributed to your mood. Today, for the first time in a long time, sunshine is forecast, so you grab a blanket, a basket full of goodies, and arrange to meet on the meadow by the old castle for a cozy picnic. You have really earned the day in the green! As the twilight slowly sets in, you overlook the rustling in the bushes amidst the confusion of your voices. Suddenly, terrifying figures in long black robes jump out! They put thick cloth bags over your heads, tie your hands, lead you away, and you lose all orientation. They murmur strange spells in an unknown language, and it's clear to you: they are certainly members of some blood order that dates back to the dark Middle Ages and carries out human sacrifices. They lead you on and on, it gradually gets colder, the air smells musty and damp. When they take the hoods off your heads, you find yourselves in tiny cells - alone. In the background, you hear water droplets falling on stone and a whispering voice speaking to you. The executioner is already on his way and the human sacrifice would be due in an hour. Your heartbeats race and panic settles in your veins. If you don't manage to escape, your death is sealed. And with each breath, another second passes. And another one… And another one... Tick Tock.